Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...
You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.
All we really want is love's confusing joy.