To the Person of Reason... I am a Person of Faith. I cannot explain Faith though I seek to know why there is Something instead of Nothing. I can show you my physical heart, but I can show no one my emotional heart. You can measure my physical heart, weight it, dissect it, compile its constituent components, for it is a thing. It is me. You, nor I, cannot measure my emotional heart, nor weight it, nor dissect it, nor compile its constituent components, for it is not a thing. It is me. To have Faith, to believe, is to know what one feels and to know, by the emotional heart, that it is real. To me. Not to anyone else. Only to me. Am I right? To me, yes. To you, no. Am I wrong? To me, no. To you, yes. Does it matter? To me, it matters that I am right. To you, it matters that I am wrong. To Existence, to Life, does it matter? You may say that I am under illusion, that I am deluded, that I am a Dreamer. Then let me Dream. If I wish to see a God in the rising of the Sun, then let me dream. If I wish to see a Goddess in the rustling of the Autumn leaves and the swirling of the Western winds, then let me dream. If I wish to see the Absolute in all that is, past, present and future, then let me dream. And maybe, just maybe, in my own way, I will find Truth and Unity.