I Must Create A System, Or Be

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

I Thought Love Lived In The Hot Sunshine, But O, He Lives In The Moony Light! I Thought To Find Love In The Heat Of Day, But Sweet Love Is The Comforter Of Night.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

Rhetoric Completes The Tools Of Learning. Dialectic Zeros In On The Logic Of Things, Of Particular Systems Of Thought Or Subjects. Rhetoric Takes The Next Grand Step And Brings All These Subjects Together Into One Whole.

Listen To The Fool's Reproach! It Is A Kingly Title!