No Man Is An Island

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Batter My Heart, Three-personed God, For You As Yet But Knock; Breathe, Shine, And Seek To Mend; That I May Rise, And Stand, O'erthrow Me, And Bend Your Force To Break, Blow, Burn, And Make Me New.