O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There,

Love! The Surviving Gift Of Heaven, The Choicest Sweet Of Paradise, In Life's Else Bitter Cup Distilled.

Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And We Conquer But To Save.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.

It's Not About The Body; You Are Consciousness. That's What You Are. Your Consciousness Is Already Out Of Your Body. You Don't Need To Get Out Of Your Body, You Just Need To Get Into Your Consciousness.