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Wanderer, Your Footsteps Are The Road, And Nothing More; Wanderer, There Is No Road, The Road Is Made By Walking. By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind One Sees The Path That Never Will Be Trod Again. Wanderer, There Is No Road-- Only Wakes Upon The Sea. Caminante, Son Tus Huellas El Camino, Y Nada Más; Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. Al Andar Se Hace Camino, Y Al Volver La Vista Atrás Se Ve La Senda Que Nunca Se Ha De Volver A Pisar. Caminante, No Hay Camino, Sino Estelas En La Mar.

I Love Jesus, Who Said To Us: Heaven And Earth Will Pass Away. When Heaven And Earth Have Passed Away, My Word Will Remain. What Was Your Word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All Your Words Were One Word: Wakeup.

My Soul Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. It Neither Sleeps Nor Dreams, But Watches, Its Eyes Wide Open Far-off Things, And Listens At The Shores Of The Great Silence.

Wayfarer, The Only Way Is Your Footsteps, There Is No Other. Wayfarer, There Is No Way, You Make The Way As You Go. As You Go, You Make The Way And Stopping To Look Behind, You See The Path That Your Feet Will Never Travel Again. Wayfarer, There Is No Way- Only Foam Trails To The Sea.

Beware Of The Community In Which Blasphemy Does Not Exist: Underneath, Atheism Runs Rampant.