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.

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Coming events cast their shadows before.