Oh, How Hard It Is To Find

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

The Being Level Speaks The Language Of Art, Music, Color Shape And Pattern Directly -- A Language That Requires No Words -- Is Not Limited By Words -- Nor Does It Have The Specificity Of Words And Thus Cannot Be Broken Onto Parts That Can Be Manipulated Or Analyzed By The Intellect. It Must Be Swallowed, Whole Not Parsed, Sorted And Justified.

The Only Thing That Is Fundamental (real) Is Consciousness Itself; All Else Is Virtual- I.e., A Result Of An Exchange Of Information Within Consciousness.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.