Do I believe there is love? Of course Yet it is hard to say that I have experienced such a thing And in that it is just as hard to try and justify to anyone that there is, in fact, love
I do not know what is sadder: That I have not experienced love or the way I am responsive to it
I know who I am supposed to love But it is no love that I can tell
But this is the truth: I know of hate Hatred I believe in Hatred I am all too familiar with
I suppose I could be so enveloped in my own self-hatred Comparing all other things to me that I love almost anything and anyone
So from my conclusions I extract this: Because I participate in the deepest and most strewn out of hate I know that it exists Therefore, love, comparative to my involvement in hate, can only lead me to an assumption:
Everywhere, every day I do magic, the magic that no one sees, It is quite silent-the kind you can't hear, the forest for the trees. Changing, rearranging the whole world "as good as new," Flash of fire lightning and rain and a sea was parted too! Frightened figures hold each other, the earth it shakes, The vaguest of lost lovers, the energy each marriage takes. I'm a person on a mission, I'm a magician, pulling rabbits Out of hats, telling people run for cover from the "vampire" Bats. I'm a stranger on a mission as a faith magician what Could it be? I'm here to preach to you about a God You can not see! So now that I've told you all that He's real he is all that you will ever know or feel.
Imagined dialogues Occurs in the mind A rendezvous with self Many do not see light Revolves within The corridors of mind Heart privy to them They do not find words In silence they come alive Mind as the host Imaginary dialogues So many conclusions And many more clamors None settles down Some may find a way out Others will be left To their fate
A Billion Stories Book III: Conclusions Part III: The Doubtful Little Fish
Mama? May I peek beyond the line of the waters? Papa? Might I see the source of the light in the seas? For what purpose is land if its borders are foreign? For what purpose is light if its maker is sheet? For what purpose is life if it starts in a reef? Does death wait on the shoreline? Or does a fellow who greets?
A Billion Stories Book III: Conclusions Part III: The Snake of Enlightenment
Let him think! Let him, have seen! Beauty should not be an opposable thing! Wisdom is greatness! Go hide from the group! My love is not laughter, My love is for truth! Don't bid farewell to everything! Don't look at the scene in reverse! And let wisdom be shown, But not only for words!
A Billion Stories Book III: Conclusions Part I: Unified Field Theory
Created by love, Created by magic, Created by mercy The venom is tragic. Pull the threads, Roll the yarn; Sew the man to understand. Let him love, Let him wilt, Let him speak and Let him think. Do not tell, Keep me hidden, Let him find out for himself.