Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.
In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.
What is fear of need but need itself?
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And if there come the singers, and the dancers and the flute players - buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and fod for your soul.