The Wail of the “Personally Conducted.”
Integral were we, in our old existence;
Separate beings, individually;
Now are our entities blended, fused, and foundered—
We are one Person.
We are not mortals, we are not celestials,
We are not birds, the upper ether clearing,
We are a retrogression toward the Monad:
We are Cook’s Tourists.
All ways we follow him who holds the Guide Book;