He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

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.

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.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

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

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.