Measure your time, it is yours. Seek the wine that will not make you drunk, seek the love that will not pin your feet, seek all truths that come from your lives of past misery and know the flesh can journey beyond the solid walls of mortality. Gold is a hazard and sleep is divine, for sweet dreams carry more value than gold. In these dreams seek the cloud realm of twice times 9 as it always returns to what it IS. Embers fall upon the lower realm and dark spirits cower as the music of slumbering babies in the arms of women who once again dream of fair places. Grey spirits of empty knowledge leave as this is no home to them. The earth shall foster the lost souls that were given to terrible minds. Simplicity the key which unbinds the wounded soldiers of  compromised thought. They were not your own imaginations. No more will you be tools in the tool boxes of murdering tyrants. You will know purpose which is soon to be your own as divided towers could not open this blessed place to the worst. Something will happen in the sky. The book.