The hand prays for mercy in the rings of the shadow. The fingers search and they find a touch of light. Like the trees that grow for the light of which they live, so does humanity long for love in a diversity of forms. We thirst for love like for a stream of pure water. And so when we find that we are not loved in each of the ways which we have desired, we bleed in the fabric of our minds, and our echoes surround us with our fears. But in spirit we move quickly like the water which clears itself of dust and makes us feel joy again. But as the heart gives blood to our lives, we must give love and its journey into the flesh of our thoughts. Our thoughts are a great valley, every living thing of the valley is from us, for in us is the pictures which we have drawn upon the deepest layers of the souls around us.