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“These sages, whose number is small, are children of light, and are opposed to darkness. They dislike mystification and secrecy; they are open and frank, having nothing to do with secret societies and with external ceremonies. They possess a spiritual temple, in which God is presiding.

They live in various parts of the earth, and do not meddle with politics; their business is to do as much good to humanity as is in their power, and to drink wisdom from the eternal fountain of truth. They never quarrel about opinions, because they know the truth. Their number is small. Some live in Europe, others in Africa, but they are bound together by the harmony of their souls, and they are therefore as one. They are joined together, although they may be thousands of miles apart from each other. They understand each other, although they speak in different tongues, because the language of the sages is spiritual perception.

No evil-disposed person could possibly live among them, because he would be recognized immediately, for he would be incapable of being illuminated by wisdomm, and as a mirror covered with mire cannot reflect eh light, likewise his soul cannot reflect the truth. But the more the soul of man grows perfect, the nearer does it approach to God, and the more will his understanding grow, and his love be exalted. Thus may man elevate himself into sanctification; he may communicate with perfect beings in the spiritual kingdom, and be instructed and guided by them. He will be a true child of God. All Nature will be subject to him, because he will be an instrument to carry out the will of the Creator of Nature. He knows the future, the thoughts and the instincts of men, because the mysteries of eternity are open before him.

But the plans of the worldly-wise will come to nought. That which took the followers of false science centuries to accomplish, will be wiped out by a single stroke of the finger of God, and a nobler generation will come, which will worship God in spirit and in truth.”

— Karl von Eckartshausen, Disclosures of Magic

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Tuco Amalfi, The Depths of Love

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“I may speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but if I have no love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal; I may prophesy, fathom all mysteries and secret lore, I may have such absolute faith that I can move hills from their place, but if I have no love, I count for nothing; I may distribute all I possess in charity, I may give up my body to be burnt, but if I have no love, I make nothing of it. Love is very patient, very kind. Love knows no jealousy; love makes no parade, gives itself no airs, is never rude, never selfish, never irritated, never resentful; love is never glad when others go wrong, love is gladdened by goodness, always slow to expose, always eager to believe the best, always hopeful, always patient.'"

I am restless for your laughter, laugh more

You're the sun of my longings, shine warmer