"You still don't understand," the Gray Voice droned on. "There is no time, there is no space. What is, was, and ever shall be. You are you, playing chess with yourself, and again you have checkmated yourself. You are the referee. Morals are your agreement with yourself to abide by your own rules. To thine own self be true or you spoil the game."
"Crazy."
"Then vary the rules and play a different game. You cannot exhaust her infinite variety."
"If you would just let me look at your face," Lazarus muttered pettishly.
"Try a mirror."
He, who dwelling in all things,
Yet is other than all things,
Whom all things do not know,
Whose body all things are,
Who controls all things from within --
He is your Soul, the Inner Controller,
The Immortal.
"With the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost and you-hoo-hoo
Who knows what wonders the five of us could do-hoo-hoo . . . ."
powerful because free, open because empty,
its symbol, the empty circle, is not empty
to him who stands within it