Those Who Have Loved Are Those That

Food Sacred To The Manes Or To The Gods Must Be Given To A Man Distinguished By Sacred Knowledge, For Hands, Smeared With Blood, Cannot Be Cleansed With Blood.

The True One Was There From Time Immemorial. He Is There Today And Ever There You Will Find. He Never Died Nor Will He Ever Die. ... Look Within, You Will See Him There Enshrined.

The Formless Supreme Being Abides In The Realm Of Eternity. Over His Creation He Casts His Glance Of Grace. In That Realm Are Contained All The Continents And The Universes, Exceeding In Number All Count. Of Creation Worlds Upon Worlds Abide Therein; All Obedient To His Will; He Watches Over Them In Bliss, And Has Each Constantly In Mind.

That One Plant Should Be Sown And Another Be Produced Cannot Happen; Whatever Seed Is Sown, A Plant Of That Kind Even Comes Forth.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.