Green lights with the gray iron that breaks into nothing. By fear and not by trust does the law of iron reign upon the earth. And so the silver glass unbreakable does meet the timelessness of the field, similarly does conscience bend itself to the freedom of authenticity. Wrongly do fools think that principle and discipline will lead to tyranny, and so by the same extent of passion do the wise understand that our morality brings friendship, and friendship brings trust, and that trust lays the heart open to the freedom of the truth. And therein does one’s soul shine in the complexity of its colors, and in the glory of its humanity. Dripping rain has sung the song of the many sad tales, for the tales show the hearts of those who never showed their true colors. The fear of judgement and persecution held them back. The shining of the snowy waters has held the sky which has never been known, and yet the sky has cried for them. For the circles shower themselves on the world with the metrics of form and the openness of humility. Passion strikes up its friendship with discipline to become all the stronger. And the madness of fear has perished like the smoke which has left the earth forever. The tongues of the wise are sharpened with the metal of truth, and this honesty is the grass of the field which is so sincerely with us.