Fate Loves The Fearless.

The Right To Be A Cussed Fool Is Safe From All Devices Human, It's Common (ez A Gin'i Rule) To Every Critter Born Of Woman.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change.

The Idol Is The Measure Of The Worshipper.