Your Fear Of Death Is But The

A Thief Is A Man In Need. A Liar Is A Man In Fear.

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.