What Concerns Me Fundamentaly Is A Meteoric

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

A Man Who Had Fallen Among Thieves Lay By The Roadside On His Back Dressed In Fifteenthrate Ideas Wearing A Round Jeer For A Hat

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Have The Doting Fingers Of Prurient Philosophers Pinched And Poked Thee ,has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty .how Often Have Religions Taken Thee Upon Their Scraggy Knees Squeezing And Buffeting Thee That Thou Mightest Conceive Gods (but True To The Incomparable Couch Of Death Thy Rhythmic Lover Thou Answerest Them Only With Spring)

Because You Aren't Afraid To Kiss The Dirt (and Consequently Dare To Climb The Sky)

Most People Are Perfectly Afraid Of Silence