Without Wearing Any Mask We Are Conscious

Life As We Call It, Is Nothing But The Edge Of The Boundless Ocean Of Existence When It Comes Upon Soundings.

Without Wearing Any Mask We Are Conscious Of, We Have A Special Face For Each Friend.

To Reach A Port We Must Sail, Sometimes With The Wind, And Sometimes Against It. But We Must Not Drift Or Lie At Anchor.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.