The door to love stands open. Wait. Happiness is the will of Love, it does not include any meaning of death. The door to love stands open. Wait. Happiness is the will of Love, it does not include any meaning of death, save for our own preconceived imaginative notions of a Love that can create this eartH, this sun, this moon, this atmosphere, this universe and humankind, Love, laughter, trees, eagles, dogs, cats, the moon, the sun, the stars, the darkness, the light, and even death which gives rebirth over and over and over and over until death has no meaning, and we strip it of nutrients and poison her water and its air, trees, soil and Love and all the while humankind imagining themselves as the writers of the words of Love… No. My friends, we are all the children of Love, bar none. We are all beholden to the eartH, some call it the original gift to man, but I say it is so much older than that, it is as old as Love, as old and true as Life eternal, beneath our feet, and anyone that
(The Weaver's Song)