To Praise The Sun Is To Praise

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

It Is As If A King Had Sent You To A Country To Carry Out One Special, Specific Task. You Go To The Country And You Perform A Hundred Other Tasks, But If You Have Not Performed The Task You Were Sent For, It Is As If You Have Done Nothing At All. So People Have Come Into The World For Particular Tasks, And That Is Our Purpose. If We Don't Perform It, We Will Have Done Nothing.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.