War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless,

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

Be Kind To Yourself, Dear - To Our Innocent Follies. Forget Any Sounds Or Touch You Knew That Did Not Help You Dance. You Will Come To See That All Evolves Us.

Two There Are Who Are Never Satisfied -- The Lover Of The World And The Lover Of Knowledge.

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

What Matters Is How Quickly You Do What Your Soul Directs.