I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

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

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

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.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.