He Who Passes Not His

Art Is A Step In The Known Toward The Unknown

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.