Dreams Are The Language Of God.

Our Body Remains Alive, Yet Sooner Or Later Our Soul Will Receive A Mortal Blow. The Perfect Crime--for We Don't Know Who Murdered Our Joy, What Their Motives Were, Or Where The Guilty Parties Are To Be Found.

But In The End All Religions Point To The Same Light. In Between The Light And Us, Sometimes There Are Too Many Rules. The Light Is Here And There Are No Rules To Follow This Light.

Whoever You Are, Or Whatever It Is That You Do, When You Really Want Something, It's Because That Desire Originated In The Soul Of The Universe. It's Your Mission On Earth.

By Sharing Something, I Realized That I'm Not Alone, That There Are A Lot Of People That Share With Me The Same Preoccupations, The Same Ideas, The Same Ideals, And The Same Quest For A Meaning For This Life.

Be Happy When You Reach The Top: Cry, Clap Your Hands, Shout To The Four Winds That You Did It, Let The Wind - The Wind Is Always Blowing Up There - Purify Your Mind, Refresh Your Tired And Sweaty Feet, Open Your Eyes, Clean The Dust From Your Heart. It Feels So Good, What Was Just A Dream Before, A Distant Vision, Is Now Part Of Your Life, You Did It!