The Truth Is Not So Good A

The Visible World Was Only An Imperfect Reflection Of The Ideal, Which The Philosopher Sought To Transcend.

What You See Is From Outside Yourself, And May Come, Or Not, But Is Beyond Your Control. But Your Fear Is Yours, And Yours Alone, Like Your Voice, Or Your Fingers, Or Your Memory, And Therefore Yours To Control. If You Feel Powerless Over Your Fear, You Have Not Yet Admitted That It Is Yours, To Do With As You Will.

I Have Called On The Goddess And Found Her Within Myself

From These Christians Who Came To [avalon] To Escape The Bigotry Of Their Own Kind I Learned Something, At Last, Of The Nazarene, The Carpenter's Son Who Had Attained Godhead In His Own Life And Preached A Rule Of Tolerance; And So I Came To See That My Quarrel Was Never With The Christ, But With His Foolish And Narrow Priests Who Mistook Their Own Narrowness For His.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.