Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.

Keep on listening, but do not perceive;
Keep on looking, but do not understand.
Life is but a parable.

As the interpreter interprets the meaning of a dream, the gifted decode the parable of life.
The prophet, seeing from the end, sees things as they are.
The artist, seeing from beauty, sees things as they are.
The author, seeing from pattern, sees things as they are.

Yet, life remains a shadow.
An empty outline.
The Light covers all, but we remain blind.

We do not love as we are loved,
We do not hope as we have hope,
We do not believe as we should believe.
We are far too content with the shadows the fire casts on the cave walls.

Yet, the dawn is coming,
The dark is breaking.
He who was, and is, and is to come, is coming.

For nothing is hidden that will not become evident, nor anything secret that will not be known and come to light.