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

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

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

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

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