The (H)eartH is a playhouse built by Love. To me, in this loving belief, I've emptied any unneeded fears that might have tried to snuff out the light of Love’s truth, and if others have ill intentions toward any “fordrawn” conclusion in this belief, save for everything's going to be okay, when considering the one exactness, then it's on them. Belief can't end, it must continue until Creation says otherwise. Does that make sense? It is not mine to control, it is Creation, it is the (H)eartH, it is God, it is Allah, it is Jesus, it is our most precious belief turned toward truth that we can imagine. Ulaeal, unbelievably lovely and eartHly angel love... Tulaeal, the unbelievably loveliest of angels, Love… The traffic leaps in now as if to say we hear you. I reflect upon this great fortune within this belief come pouring its spirit before me. It is you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and yo...
(The Weaver's Song)