Where There Is Money There Is No

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock On, Mock On: 'tis All In Vain! You Throw The Sand Against The Wind, And The Wind Blows It Back Again. And Every Sand Becomes A Gem Reflected In The Beams Divine; Blown Back They Blind The Mocking Eye, But Still In Israel's Paths They Shine. The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.

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

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.