but this is enlightenment

surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter's clay, but the less room you give me the more space i've got.

and all things which were created would have remained in the same state in which they were after they were created, but i am breaking down that wall-- brick by brick, in the marrow of my bones.

the light is breaking through, in the loins and in the sinews. as the dews from heaven distilling upon my soul, there is more love yet, more more and more.

so this i believe: that the free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. and this i would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

for shall the work say of him that made it, he made me not? or shall the thing framed say of him that framed it, he had no understanding?

[your light overwhelmed me
when i lay beside you sleepless in the night
and when you dreamed my guardian spirits appeared
and the moon stretched out across your little bed
they said they'd started to get worried about me
they were happy we had finally met
we had finally met]

you can't say no to hope, you can't say no to happiness--
this is what i am and what i am about.

if the glory can be killed, we are lost.
but today has never happened, and so it doesn't frighten me.