I feel like I'm ahead of this body, America. But like in the context of a person falling. But in the act of the perfect intuitive adjustment, correction, and change of course. Or with consciousness of it, rather, while the physical, while the body is still in the arrangement, and in the act of falling. Like lift the right foot up, forward, and then down real quick. But there is only one place to put it, real quick, with peace, and for a perfect landing. And for the safest landing. And for the purest goals, here at home, America, while down this body stands arranged to fall. Arranged through time amongst, and, yes, apart us. But here it is. The secret of this seed, America. It is Pantheism. In the form of the religious contemplation of our statutes. And in the essence of these acts I name this forum temple...