Human Intellect Is Natures Attempt

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. I Have No Interest In Poetic Artistry.

Though The Terror Of The Sea Gives To None Security, In The Secret Of The Shell. Self Preserving We May Dwell.

Plants And Minerals Are Bound To Predestination. The Faithful Is Only Bound To The Divine Orders.

Let This Be Our Beautiful Departure From Stagnation; Let Our Minds Come Alive; Enter Another Dimension; Go Beyond The Stars Eagerly Struggling To Find That... Which Our Naked Eyes Did Not Know Existed; Rise Like A Falcon Born To Soar And Not Be Alone But Be Present Amongst Others.

I Tell You The Sign Of A Believer; When Death Comes, There Is A Smile On His Lips