"We profess that we know God, but by works we deny Him; for beatitude doth not consist in the knowledge of divine things, but in a divine life, for the devils..."
"We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will not open the gates of the year to the dolorous notes of the sackbut, but to the sweet strains of the harp..."
"Dear Seeker,
When seen in the darkness of a moonless sky away from the light pollution from your cities, the billions upon billions of stars merge..."
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