History Does Not Repeat Itself

Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.'

Humanity Is A River Of Light Running From The Ex-eternity To Eternity.

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.