Eternal Love Made Me.

Perceive Ye Not That We Are Worms, Designed To Form The Angelic Butterfly, That Goes To Judgment, Leaving All Defence Behind? Why Doth Your Mind Take Such Exalted Pose, Since Ye, Disabled, Are As Insects, Mean As Worm Which Never Transformation Knows?

Consider Your Origins: You Were Not Made To Live As Brutes, But To Follow Virtue And Knowledge.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.