For Me, Any Fiction Of Nobles And

Certainly A Decade And A Half Out In The Real World, Bashing My Head Against Things, Probably Made Me Into A More Textured Writer. It Gives You Something To Write About.

A Weapon Is A Tool," She Repeated, A Little Breathlessly. "a Tool For Killing And Destroying. And There Will Be Times When, As An Envoy, You Must Kill And Destroy. Then You Will Choose And Equip Yourself With The Tools That You Need. But Remember The Weakness Of Weapons. They Are An Extension--you Are The Killer And Destroyer. You Are Whole, With Or Without Them.

Take What Is Offered And That Must Sometimes Be Enough.

For All That We Have Done, As A Civilization, As Individuals, The Universe Is Not Stable, And Nor Is Any Single Thing Within It. Stars Consume Themselves, The Universe Itself Rushes Apart, And We Ourselves Are Composed Of Matter In Constant Flux. Colonies Of Cells In Temporary Alliance, Replicating And Decaying And Housed Within, An Incandescent Cloud Of Electrical Impulse And Precariously Stacked Carbon Code Memory. This Is Reality, This Is Self Knowledge, And The Perception Of It Will, Of Course, Make You Dizzy.

The Way I See It, Anyone Who's Proud Of Their Country Is Either A Thug Or Just Hasn't Read Enough History Yet.