Time Is Round, And It Rolls Quickly.

We Have Seen The Highest Circle Of Spiraling Powers. We Have Named This Circle God. We Might Have Given It Any Other Name We Wished: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Absolute Light, Matter, Spirit, Ultimate Hope, Ultimate Despair, Silence.

Throughout My Life, My Greatest Benefactors Have Been My Dreams And My Travels; Very Few Men, Living Or Dead, Have Helped Me In My Struggle.

Thus Night With All Her Snares Passed Through The Upper World And Baited All Heads Sweetly, Fed All Foolish Hopes, For Night Can Bring To Men All Shrewish Day Denies, Wrapped As A Gift In The Green Leaves Of Opiate Dream.

I Loved My Body And Did Not Want It To Perish; I Loved My Soul And Did Not Want It To Decay. I Have Fought To Reconcile These Two Primordial Forces.

We Are Not Men, To Have Need Of Another, An Eternal Life; We Are Women, And For Us One Moment With Man We Love Is Everlasting Paradise, One Moment Far From The Man We Love Is Everlasting Hell. It Is Here On Earth That We Women Love Out Eternity