A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

Where The Scriptures Speak, We Speak; Where The Scriptures Are Silent, We Are Silent.

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

It's Not About The Body; You Are Consciousness. That's What You Are. Your Consciousness Is Already Out Of Your Body. You Don't Need To Get Out Of Your Body, You Just Need To Get Into Your Consciousness.