Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.
No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.