The Bird A Nest, The Spider A

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

If Christianity Was Morality, Socrates Would Be The Saviour.

Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.