If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

O How Far Remov'd, Predestination! Is Thy Foot From Such As See Not The First Cause Entire: And Ye, O Mortal Men! Be Wary How Ye Judge: For We, Who See The Maker, Know Not Yet The Number Of The Chosen; And Esteem Such Scantiness Of Knowledge Our Delight: For All Good Is, In That Primal Good, Concentrate; And God's Will And Ours Are One.

For She Doth Make My Veins And Pulses Tremble.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.