In Contemplation Of Created Things,

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies, Those Transcendent Moments Of Awe That Change Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

Incens'd With Indignation Satan Stood Unterrify'd, And Like A Comet Burn'd That Fires The Length Of Ophiuchus Huge In Th' Arctic Sky, And From His Horrid Hair Shakes Pestilence And War.