Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

Spiritual Awakening Is The Most Essential Thing In Man's Life, And It Is The Sole Purpose Of Being. Is Not Civilization, In All Its Tragic Forms, A Supreme Motive For Spiritual Awakening?