What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be

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

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

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.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love