A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings. - William Blake

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
"Pipe a song about a Lamb."
So I piped with merry cheer;
"Piper, pipe that song again."
So I piped; he wept to hear.

Art is the tree of life.
SCIENCE is the Tree of DEATH ART is the Tree of LIFEGOD is JESUS

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.