Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

The Problem In Narcissism Is Not The High Ideals And Ambitions, It's The Difficulty One Encounters When Trying To Give Them Body.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

The Key To Seeing The World's Soul, And In The Process Wakening Our Own, Is To Get Over The Confusion By Which We Think That Fact Is Real And Imagination Is Illusion.