Those who live like a phantoms within themselves, die a perilous death along with the faithless and dishonest. Those who are guided by the flesh seek refuge among others, adrift from the Isle of dependency. The innocent are the people without substance or heart. Those who fight and risk for the sake of others need not fear a broken wall of redundancy. They need not hide among the envious or dine with the forsaken. They alone are saved. Those who cry in the name of fear and doubt are broken and tired. They fall short of perfection and pay in sleepless hours. They know not how to take rest in peace or how to abide in the spirit of the Holy. They ponder time like a disease and disregard failure as a curse.
