The Center Of The Universe Is Everywhere.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.

The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

Even The Seasons Form A Great Circle In Their Changing, And Always Come Back Again To Where They Were. The Life Of A Person Is A Circle From Childhood To Childhood, And So It Is In Everything Where Power Moves.

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.