Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

You've Always Had The Power Right There In Your Shoes, You Just Had To Learn It For Yourself.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

Everything To Be Imagined Is An Image Of Truth.