What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.