...rapid Motion Through Space Elates One.

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing Sad Songs About The End Of Love; Lay Aside Sadness And Sing How Love That Passes Is Enough. Sing About The Long Deep Sleep Of Lovers That Are Dead, And How In The Grave All Love Shall Sleep: Love Is Aweary Now.

To Learn One Must Be Humble. But Life Is The Great Teacher.

In Woman's Womb Word Is Made Flesh But In The Spirit Of The Maker All Flesh That Passes Becomes The Word That Shall Not Pass Away. This Is The Postcreation.

The Mocker Is Never Taken Seriously When He Is Most Serious.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.