Submission

If we will Submit, each dawn the Living Fountain infuses us with the waters of comprehension
necessary to slake the thirst we suffered in sleep across the night. The underground river
of immortality literally flows through our bodies and fills each other's well at the source
of all life.

It will not offer up a spring polluted by the silts of arrogance, fear, or self-loathing.
These become, as are all the rest, absorbed by the living stone which lines with hope the
river's way into our hearts.


To attempt to staunch its flow is to deny ourselves Transmutation,
and The Beloved access to his own Tomorrow.