As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the nearest to the heart of God.