Coming Events Cast Their Shadows

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be Great!

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.

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.