I am of the Hand that quiets the messengers of time. I am of the Dream that distills the essence of the moments that pass without marking. I am of the Thought that fills the night with hope beyond the reach of its forgetting. I am of the Heart that no love has ever escaped, that touches the spirit in the darkest of hours. I am of the Justice that imagines the world in such strong desire that the world is changed thereof. I am of the Peace that in trumpets of victory shall overcome even the wars within one soul against itself. I am of the Truth that does not die, that no one can escape when the everlasting day has come. And though I am a stranger to this world, this world is no stranger to me: its darkness, and its light....
