I Sing The Progress Of

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

To A Large Degree, Since The Beginning Of Time, Charisma Or The Lack Of It Has Impacted Upon Those In Quest Of Acclaim. As Media Expands, This Has Become Ever More Vital. Thus, Demeanor If Unappealing, Can Defeat One's Likelihood Of Success, Causing The Death Of Prospects Whilst They Are Still Embryonic.

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.