One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.
The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
All that spirits desire, spirits attain.