Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light.
Darkness is the only path to light. It is not our wonderful gifts that make us closer to God: it's using our garbage to transform ourselves. This is the key that unlocks the door that opens to God.
There is no greater mystery to me than that of light traveling through darkness.
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.
You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.
I think there's a path cut for us, a destination mapped out. Everyone ends up where they're meant to be, and how they got there doesn't really matter.
The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.