On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

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

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

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

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

What millions died that Caesar might be great!