I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you. The speech they weave is a link between you and your human siblings. The consequences that cause sorrow and rapture are the seeds that the past has sown in the field of the soul, and by which the future shall profit.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

I have met the soul walking upon my path.

We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.

I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.

I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.