Speak With The Language Of Love.

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

A Seeker Of Truth Looks Beyond The Apparent And Contemplates The Hidden.

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?