Love is the only prayer I know.
No man or woman can live another's fate
Knowledge was like a mouthful of dust.
By what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.
Light flared through every limb, a force far too great to be contained in any human frame; but for that moment she was the Great Mother, giving birth to the world.
The visible world was only an imperfect reflection of the Ideal, which the Philosopher sought to transcend.