It Is Better To Rust

Oft When The White, Still Dawn Lifted The Skies And Pushed The Hills Apart, I Have Felt It Like A Glory In My Heart.

No Soul Can Be Forever Banned, Eternally Bereft, Whoever Falls From God's Right Hand Is Caught Into His Left.

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.

We Have Committed The Golden Rule To Memory; Let Us Now Commit It To Life.