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Among All The Valuable Things Of This World, The Word Is The Most Precious. For In The Word One Can Find A Light Which Gems And Jewels Do Not Possess; A Word May Contain So Much Life That It Can Heal The Wounds Of The Heart. Therefore, Poetry In Which The Soul Is Expressed Is As Living As A Human Being. The Greatest Reward That God Bestows On Man Is Eloquence And Poetry. This Is Not An Exaggeration, For It Is The Gift Of The Poet That Culminates, In Time, With The Gift Of Prophecy.

Music Is The Basis Of The Whole Creation. In Reality The Whole Of Creation Is Music, And What We Call Music Is Simply A Miniature Of The Original Music, Which Is Creation Itself, Expressed In Tone And Rhythm.

Mastery Lies Not Merely In Stilling The Mind, But In Directing It Towards Whatever Point We Desire, In Allowing It To Be Active As Far As We Wish, In Using It To Fulfill Our Purpose, In Causing It To Be Still When We Want To Still It. He Who Has Come To This Has Created His Heaven Within Himself; He Has No Need To Wait For A Heaven In The Hereafter, For He Has Produced It Within His Own Mind Now.

For The Value Of Everything Exists For Man Only So Long As He Does Not Understand It. When He Has Fully Understood, The Value Is Lost, Be It The Lowest Thing Or The Highest Thing.

The More One Studies The Harmony Of Music, And Then Studies Human Nature, How People Agree And How They Disagree, How There Is Attraction And Repulsion, The More One Will See That It Is All Music.