To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.