To Belittle, You Have To Be Little.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

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

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.

These Things He Said In Words. But Much In His Heart Remained Unsaid. For He Himself Could Not Speak His Deeper Secret.