“ Soul meets soul on lovers lips. ”
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
God is an hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof: the onus probandi rests on the theist.
