There Is A Gentle Thought

Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

…all Things Created Have An Order In Themselves, And This Begets The Form That Lets The Universe Resemble God.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

Through Me The Way Into The Suffering City, Through Me The Way To The Eternal Pain, Through Me The Way That Runs Among The Lost. Justice Urged On My High Artificer; My Maker Was Divine Authority, The Highest Wisdom, And The Primal Love. Before Me Nothing But Eternal Things Were Made, And I Endure Eternally. Abandon Every Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.