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Many before you have traveled from darkness, seeking the light by which Freemasons were.

Where are you going, my friend?

I don't know.

Mason's listened to the tint of the ears for words conveying valuable truths.

We have made our marks, sent them sailing, soaring, failing into the night.

All words.

All but the one we have sought.

The one we lost before the rest.

It is.

Break, bad, break.

Set us on the level.

Encompassed our corners.

Founded.

What was rough?

Square that which stray deep as the deepest temple.

We seek our master.

What do you hear?

Brotherly love.

We stretch forth our hands to raise the weary and the fallen.

What do you feel?

Relief.

Compassion.

At birth, all men open their eyes to the light of truth.

Still the light fills the world around them.

Yet most men choose not to see it.

The light of Freemasonry cannot be seen with the ordinary eyes.

Rather with the open mind and heart.

It makes justice, liberty, the rules that allow us to live in harmony.

Open thyself to these lights.

The doors of Freemasonry will open unto thee.

And the formal things, darkness and solitude, these will flee from thee.

I want to see the light.

Come, my friend, and see.