A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.

The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.