One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.

It's Not About The Body; You Are Consciousness. That's What You Are. Your Consciousness Is Already Out Of Your Body. You Don't Need To Get Out Of Your Body, You Just Need To Get Into Your Consciousness.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!