Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

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

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be Great!

The Only Thing That Is Fundamental (real) Is Consciousness Itself; All Else Is Virtual- I.e., A Result Of An Exchange Of Information Within Consciousness.