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

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

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.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.