Confession is therapeutic — a problem shared is a problem halved

Confession is wise — A fault confessed is half redressed.

Confession is as healing medicine to him who has erred.

Confession is unwise — Confess your sins to the Lord, and you will be forgiven; confess them to men, and you will be laughed at.

Dawn is the beginning of a daily instalment in a serial story that will never end.

Dawn is a colorless clashing of night and day which crumbles the sky’s pearl-gray vault into dust.

Dawn is, for the conquered, a betrayer; a new sun rising as if an ally of your enemies to assist in your destruction.

Dawn is that single hour of the twenty-four when crime ceases, debauchery is exhausted, and even desolation finds a shelter.

A Door is just a really short tunnel.

The Door gets angry with the wind.

A Door is a house mouth

The Door is the key.

The Eye , altering, alters all.

The Eye is where the body ends and the spirit begins.

The Eye is the gate through which light reminds us about our divine origin.

The Eye makes pictures when shut.