Yoomy, we are men, we are angels.

And in his faculties, high Oro is but what a man would be, infinitely magnified.

Let us aspire to all things.

Are we babes in the woods, to be scared by the shadows of the trees?
What shall appall us?
If eagles gaze at the sun, may not men at the gods ?" "For one," said Media, "you may gaze at me freely.

Gaze on.