Ice high and deep in the cavern of the waterside. Drawing eyes like light which flutters on and off by the bay side. Life is like a mysterious wave, it is driven by the high winds of the unseen. We cannot reduce it to the patterns by which we hold our minds together. Nor can it be held as nothing save the framework of human thought. Instead, life possesses the fog of uncertainty which moves deep behind the eyes to turn the mind asleep. Upon a string buried deep in the universe there are the laws of many blessings and of many curses. The mind through which we all stand is too weak for us to see these laws and apprehend their consequences. Rejoice, for your curse may be a blessing even if you see it not. Weep today with thine eyes held forth, for that which you think is a blessing may be a curse. To say misery is begotten of misery and is never otherwise composed; is to miss the beauty of the tragic heart. For the tragic heart of our goodwill shall bloom to be the heart of joy. The heart of pure sympathy, when held true to its love, is the heart of all the world. For on this evil day before us is the soil bed of a million flowers. And when fair spring comes upon us as the sun; we shall rejoice in the land of the living, and roll our minds deep into the flowers of the Green Bay. In the light of the eternal we shall shake hands. By the wine dark mist we shall see true friendship before us. In the light of our minds we shall stand by the infinity behind our eyes. I saw these ships as the majesty of New York bay. The fool is the one who thinks he knows that which cannot be known. Through this great haze of life is the light of hope. Hold onto this light and do not condemn the hardship before you for it is often far lighter than the pains of others surrounding you. Believe that it may be a blessing hidden within this, a difficult beginning. As sparks find new meaning go forth on that ship. And let the world unfold before you by the kind light of trust. Put yourself not in the uncertainty of the flesh, but abide in the joy of the life of the spirit. For the spirit maintains its beauty from ages to ages, and times to times, and never loses, never fails, never speaks falsely, nor stumbles upon the sentence of death, but it is like the circle of the universe, within which is held the great lights. (Cavern of the Waterside, by EB)