His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

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

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

Your Belief Systems Limit Your Reality To A Sub-set Of The Solution Space That Does Not Contain The Answer.