Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.

For truth and the spirit will abide with the morrow.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Learn the words of wisdom uttered by the wise and apply them in your own life. Live them - but do not a make a show of reciting them, for he who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass loaded with books.

Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness