Abraxas Was The God Who

Knowledge Can Be Communicated, But Not Wisdom. One Can Find It, Live It, Be Fortified By It, Do Wonders Through It, But One Cannot Communicate And Teach It.

I Am In Truth The Steppenwolf That I Often Call Myself; That Beast Astray That Finds Neither Home Nor Joy Nor Nourishment In A World That Is Strange And Incomprehensible To Him.

Within You There Is A Stillness And Sanctuary To Which You Can Retreat At Any Time And Be Yourself

Without A Mother, One Cannot Love. Without A Mother, One Cannot Die.

Words Can Not Express The Joy Of New Life.