In The Depth Of Your Hopes And

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Knowledge Of The Self Is The Mother Of All Knowledge. So It Is Incumbent On Me To Know My Self, To Know It Completely, To Know Its Minutiae, Its Characteristics, Its Subtleties, And Its Very Atoms.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

Do Not Fear The Thorns In Your Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.