The Solitary Knows The Essence Of The

Far Or Forgot To Me Is Near; Shadow And Sunlight Are The Same; The Vanished Gods To Me Appear; And One To Me Are Shame And Fame.they Reckon Ill Who Leave Me Out; When Me They Fly, I Am The Wings; I Am The Doubter And The Doubt, And I The Hymn The Brahmin Sings.

The Best Lightning Rod For Your Protection Is Your Own Spine.

Fear, Craft And Avarice Cannot Rear A State.

But Your Isolation Must Not Be Mechanical, But Spiritual, That Is, Must Be Elevation.

A Ruddy Drop Of Manly Blood The Surging Sea Outweighs; The World Uncertain Comes And Goes, The Lover Rooted Stays.