Where The Scriptures Speak, We Speak; Where

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.

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

Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And We Conquer But To Save.

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.