The sound is that of a rhythmic rain, a countenance of Love’s addiction to Life, Love and Laughter, essentially of it’s self… O! I see their very sins without knowing a thing when I do, but what pours forth from my dreams should tell you that I am dancing with the Love and the Possibility, Love and Creation! (If you must, God, but you’d be reciting it all upside down, for who would allow their children rein over anything more than what they created? The light is the other way, turn yourself around, dear spirit, you’re taking the wrong way out.) Who would try to dig their way out of Love unless it had become hell? Then where is your God? Where is the wrath if not before your eyes? (Seek the truth beneath your feet and beneath your own born again skin, feel and know, think and imagine, for they are but the same side of one. Take away the hell and you’re left with Love!) The slate my friends has not entirely been wiped clean, but I’m chipping away at the truth before I fall
(The Weaver's Song)