| BkIV:14.I.8 | There will be a time when words, written or spoken, will not be necessary, a time when you return to the reality of love in which there is a unique language, the soundless language of love, a language without words, a direct expression emanating from the union of minds and hearts, an eternal dialogue that develops in the ecstasy of contemplation. However, as long as there is a need for words, my voice will take that form, whether written, sung, or spoken. |