Because There Is No Man

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning Of Always.