God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise.

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.

It is high, it is far, it is....GONE!

When I got into high school, my favorite artist was definitely Janet Jackson.

The noise hides the silence. It does not destroy the silence. (Le bruit cache le silence. - Il ne détruit le silence.)

I don't feel sad. For just now, I don't feel scared. I feel, for right now, well, kind of triumphant.