FROM ABSALOM : (11:56:40 PM) March 15, 2003>> From the Hidden Words: O Son of Spirit! With the joyful tidings of light I hail thee: rejoice! To the court of holiness I summon thee; abide therein that thou mayest live in peace for evermore.
ABSALOM : (12:00:05 AM) March 16, 2003>> O Son of the Supreme! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee in its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?
Ecclesiastes 3
1 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love...
