I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars

To earn you Freedom, the seven pillared worthy house, that your eyes might be shining for me When we came. T. E. Lawrence

These words were written as the preface to a book and dedicated to the memory of a boy. Were it not that death visited the boy at the culmination of his adolescence, we would never have been able to read these words, for the book would have never been written. But, then, if the book had never been written, the most moving tale of modern times would have remained unknown and the lesson it teaches would have been ignored.

Wise, therefore, beyond all human comprehension are the ways of Providence; for God, in His infinite Wisdom, is now opening the eyes of men to the plight of those brethren of theirs whom He has singled out to do heroic deeds as a sublimation of their homosexual love.

T. E. Lawrence, the pen name of

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the author of the famous book, The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, was born to love boys and not women; but he himself did not know it until he went to the Middle East to pursue his life career of archaelogy. It was there, in the exploration of the mound of Carchemish that he had the revelation of his true nature.

Always, in everything which is human, the hidden spring of action is the yearning of the heart.

T. E. Lawrence might have been a fairly competent archaeologist and lived to a ripe old age the life of a distinguished scholar, had not his soul been set afire at the meeting of an Arab boy, known as Sheik Ahmed. The boy was also called Dahoum, which in Arabic means: The Dark One, in humorous reference to his unusually fair skin.

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