it will happen for a time, that the pupil will find his intellectual power has grown by the study of his master’s mind. but in all unbalanced minds, the classification is idolized, passes for the end, and not for a speedily exhaustible means, so that the walls of the system blend to their eye in the remote horizon with the walls of the universe. the luminaries of heaven seem to them hung on the arch that their master built. they cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see, how you can see.

nothing is hidden but what prevails is ignorance. “it must be somehow that you stole the light from us,” they will claim. they do not yet perceive that light, unsystematic, indomitable, will break into any cabin, even into theirs. the greatest knowledge is that which lives. people pune themselves about the present without considering future ills. if they are honest and do well, presently their new neat pinfold, will be too straight and low, will crack, will lean, will rot and vanish, and the immortal light, all young and joyful, manifold in spirit, million-orbed, million-colored, will beam over the universe as on the first morning. go your way, heed not to the critics. your truth is immortal. what is most subtle is most beautiful.

they say you cannot turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl is gone she is gone forever. honey, now i mourn for you because you lost this treasure- could have had the wide-eyed earth- now you settle for less. i now know you gotta be free within to be free without. it is no good to idolize change when we do not plough within. the human heart is a storehouse and what it stores best is love. it does not recognize possessions that man collects on this earth, which merely serve his egotistical mind. an imbalance in the heart is reflected in the body. what if every day of our lives we gave ourselves to learning. we got holes in our hearts, we got holes in our lives but darling we carry on.