It Is Not Solid Wood

As One Can See When The Eyes Are Open, So One Can Understand When The Heart Is Open.

Sound Is The Force Of Creation, The True Whole. Music Then, Becomes The Voice Of The Great Cosmic Oneness And Therefore The Optimal Way To Reach This Final State Of Healing.

The Happiness Of This World Is Something We Cannot Keep; It Is Just Like The Horizon - The Nearer You Go, The Farther It Goes. As Soon As You Get It, You See It Is Not The Thing You Wanted.

He Who Has Spent Has Used; He Who Has Collected Has Lost; But He Who Has Given Has Saved His Treasure Forever.

People Who Have Never Had An Ideal May Hope To Find One; They Are In A Better State Than The People Who Allow The Circumstances Of Life To Break Their Ideal. To Fall Beneath One's Ideal Is To Lose One's Track In Life; Then Confusion Rises In The Mind, And That Light Which One Should Hold High Becomes Covered And Obscured, So That It Cannot Shine Out To Light One's Path.