Life Is But A Sleep

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

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

Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But Makes Your Seeds Grow.

Like Sheaves Of Corn It Gathers You Unto Itself. It Threshes You To Make You Naked. It Sifts You To Free You From Your Husks. It Grinds You To Whiteness. It Kneads You Until You Are Pliant. And Then It Assigns You To Its Sacred Fire, That You May Become Sacred Bread For God's Sacred Feast. All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise Upon Your Lips.