Have patience, Candidate, as one who fears no failure, courts no success. Fix thy Soul’s gaze upon the star whose ray thou are, the flaming star that shines within the lightless depths of ever-being, the boundless fields of the Unknown. Have perseverance as one who does for evermore endure. Thy shadows live and vanish; that which in the shall live forever, that which in thee knows, for it is knowledge, is not of fleeing life: it is the man that was, that is, and will be, for whom the hour shall never strike. If thou would reap sweet peace and rest, Disciple, sow with the seeds of merit the fields of future harvests. Accept the woes of birth. Step out from sunlight into shade, to make more room for others.