Forsake the bolted Temple gates; dogma has frozen them shut. Ride the howling night of storms following the path of your heart. Shed the armor of limitations. Travel fast and travel light. Expect no guidance but courage. When the tempest abates, the stars alone will light your way. A gleaming chapel blocks the road. To go on, you must go through. Enter and confront the King; ask the questions you carry. Release the burden of your self. A simple, earthen cup will appear. If you dare to drink it deep and dry, you will see a portal traced by flames leading to a green and warm world. If you falter, you must repeat the quest. There is only one road, one chapel, and each of us must approach it broken, alone and filled with fear. Steel your heart. Try again and again. Each soul contains the proper moment. - mce