Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And

The Being Level Speaks The Language Of Art, Music, Color Shape And Pattern Directly -- A Language That Requires No Words -- Is Not Limited By Words -- Nor Does It Have The Specificity Of Words And Thus Cannot Be Broken Onto Parts That Can Be Manipulated Or Analyzed By The Intellect. It Must Be Swallowed, Whole Not Parsed, Sorted And Justified.

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

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

Although No Words Can Really Help To Ease The Loss You Bear, Just Know That You Are Very Close In Every Thought And Prayer. To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.