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.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.