Human Intellect Is Natures Attempt At Self

Nations Are Born In The Hearts Of Poets, They Prosper And Die In The Hands Of Politicians.

It Is True That We Are Made Of Dust. And The World Is Also Made Of Dust. But The Dust Has Motes Rising.

Be Not Entangled In This World Of Days And Nights; Thou Hast Another Time And Space As Well.

But Only A Brief Moment Is Granted To The Brave One Breath Or Two, Whose Wage Is The Long Nights Of The Grave.

I Have Seen The Movement Of The Sinews Of The Sky, And The Blood Coursing In The Veins Of The Moon.