If It Were Not For Guests All

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

There Is A Desire Deep Within The Soul Which Drives Man From The Seen To The Unseen, To Philosophy And To The Divine.

And God Said, Love Your Enemy, & I Obeyed Him & Loved Myself.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.