Words can not express the joy of new life.
Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.
Our god's name is Abraxas and he is God and Satan and he contains both the luminous and the dark world.
A magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.
The art of love-giving and taking become one.
Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.