Classes may commence later this year? The Human Compass.

Filtered light, glimpses never seen, Through mirrored reflections that remind us of me. Encompassing the journey set out for us all, In thought and ponder, weighed down on knee. To measure the world, by land and by sea—Forgotten, remembered, forgotten again. I measure the moon, the stars, and the sun ;Every tool, every measure—no glimpses ,filtered light, through mirrored reflections never seen, that remind us of me . None to hear and less to see, body low, then it appeared: no visuals or sound, but a feeling—a feeling so near, of filtered light with glimpses never seen , through mirrored reflections that remind us of me. So I searched for my measure, as taught to us me .Action to measure with Vigor, so to see filtered light, glimpses never seen, through mirrored reflections that remind us of me. None to hear and less to see, vision of clarity appeared to me; The measure I use is for symbols on walls, Not for filtered light with glimpses never seen, through mirrored reflections that remind us of me. I need a measure to measure it all, not just a measure that measures a wall. A measure for us, for one and for all—Only a feeling can measure, can measure it all.