“They tried to teach me The infinite possibility Living inside as my soul Could be sold for some shiny metal That they called gold. But they couldn't reach Far enough inside of my mind With their warped rhymes To alter the golden etchings of wisdom That reminded me — Who I am — my soul — Is priceless beyond material prosperity — No matter its apparent luminosity — For all that lusters does so Because of grandiose exchanges of energy Between Earth and Sun...” SoulPhilosophyWisdomFreedomIdentityPossibilitySelf DiscoveryMaterialismInner StrengthHuman Spirit Book:Rewilding Hypergraphia Source: Rewilding Hypergraphia