Do What You Will This

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

The Tree Which Moves Some To Tears Of Joy Is In The Eyes Of Others Only A Green Thing That Stands In The Way. Some See Nature All Ridicule And Deformity... And Some Scarce See Nature At All. But To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.