In Vain We Build The City If

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

We Have Committed The Golden Rule To Memory; Let Us Now Commit It To Life.

The Future Life Is Where We Will Go On Helping To Bring The Universe To Perfection, Which Is God's Grand Ultimate Aim. [the Purpose Of Life] Is To Help God Run The Universe. Everyone In That Better Land Will Be Busy All The Time, And The Environment Will Be Perfect All The Time For Doing The Work Which God Assigns To All.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.