I Live, Which Is The Main Point.

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.

Thought Precedes Action As Lighting Does Thunder.

Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now Asses Ride On Christ.

Ask Me Not What I Have, But What I Am.