Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite. For Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thru Chinks Of His Cavern.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.

If You Cannot Imagine With The Mind's Eye Much More Than You Can See With The Mortal Eye, You Have A Very Poor Imagination Indeed.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.