The voice is on the borderline between the physical and the spiritual. - Itzhak Peretz

With the same bricks one may erect... a palace or a prison.... The same letters are used in Holy Writ and heretical works.

I want to soar the boundless blue
Where winds and tempests have their birth,
And let the clouds conceal for me
Not heaven, but the earth.

Man has been likened to an earthen pot.... You have but to tap the pot with your finger. If it rings back full and true, all is well; there is your perfect pot. And if not—man, alas, has been likened to a broken potsherd.