We Are All Prisoners But

Humanity Is A River Of Light Running From The Ex-eternity To Eternity.

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

If You Would Behold The Spirit Of Death, Open Your Heart Wide Unto The Body Of Life. For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And Sea Are One.