On Linden, When The Sun Was Low,

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

A Man Who Will Not Leave His Room Because He Does Not Know How, Or Is Afraid To Open The Door, Is Trapped Just The Same Whether Or Not The Door Is Locked.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

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.