In Vain We Build The

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

No Soul Can Be Forever Banned, Eternally Bereft, Whoever Falls From God's Right Hand Is Caught Into His Left.

I (god) Will Leave Man To Make The Fateful Guess, Will Leave Him Torn Between The No And Yes, Leave Him Unresting Till He Rests In Me, Drawn Upward By The Choice That Makes Him Free, Leave Him In Tragic Loneliness To Choose, With All In Life To Win Or All To Lose.

He Fed His Spirit With The Bread Of Books

To Throw Oneself To The Side Of The Oppressed Is The Only Dignified Thing To Do In Life.