Man Is Able, And Has

I Am A Weak, Ephemeral Creature Made Of Mud And Dream. But I Feel All The Powers Of The Universe Whirling Within Me.

O Sun, Great Oriental, My Proud Mind's Golden Cap, I Love To Wear You Cocked Askew, To Play And Burst In Song Throughout Our Lives, And So Rejoice Our Hearts.

Man Is Able, And Has The Duty, To Reach The Furthest Point On The Road He Has Chosen. Only By Means Of Hope Can We Attain What Is Beyond Hope.

Overdraw Me, Lord, And Who Cares If I Break.

Lord, Bend Me, Or I Shall Rot. Lord Do Not Bend Me Too Much, For I Shall Break. Lord Bend Me Too Much, Who Cares If I Break!