If your eyes are buried in the flesh, and what you claim to see, are but microns and cockroaches : so many disasters, belonging to the crumbling buried brain,...then I can imagine you have lived up to now, a very unrewarding delusory life !
But, then again would it have been possible to provide the deep hole of dissatisfaction, with water continuously, it would never fill its inherent uselessness !
The Mind watches as all has disappeared. On the brink of the brain's programmed calamity, I watch the distance between what is there and here, become an enormous chasm. Yet I stare on.
What has been known in the heart will not be taken away, nor can the evil mind defeat its august eye. What can only be known between honourable spirits cannot be divulged.
Who can sell it ? Where could you buy it ? It is for no one and can only be shared between the clean hearted.
No books will give it to you. It cannot be found at the market, but in market places is known. People and Nations are unworthy of it, yet all unfallen nature abides relentlessly, its own voice a secret which will not be violated !
What is, has no ambition to be known. Those who betray it, lose what no church can give. But no church can be without its instruction and if so, will perish if its edifice count for more then those whom it should serve : those temples of God that only good noble men can be !
Nature's Holy Seal
