What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love

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

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

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.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.