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There Is An Original Inside Me.

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise. Whoever Feels Himself Walking On The Path, And Refuses To Praise--that Man Or Woman Steals From Others Every Day--is A Shoplifter! The Sun Became Full Of Light When It Got Hold Of Itself. Angels Only Began Shining When They Achieved Discipline. The Sun Goes Out Whenever The Cloud Of Not-praising Comes. The Moment The Foolish Angel Felt Insolent, He Heard The Door Close.

We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens, We Are Greater Than Angels; Why Should We Not Transcend Both? Our Lodging-place Is Majesty.

From Myself I Am Copper, Through You, Friend, I Am Gold. From Myself I’m A Stone, But Through You, I Am A Gem!