“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
This life’s dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.
When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.”
