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Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

In The Desire Of The One To Know Himself, We Exist.

Love Is An Open Secret, The Most Obvious Thing In The World And The Most Hidden, With No Why To How It Keeps Its Mystery.

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.