Here Lies A Toppled God. His Fall

When Religion And Politics Travel In The Same Cart, The Riders Believe Nothing Can Stand In Their Way. Their Movements Become Headlong - Faster And Faster And Faster. They Put Aside All Thoughts Of Obstacles And Forget The Precipice Does Not Show Itself To The Man In A Blind Rush Until It's To Late.

To Stand Alone Against All Adversity Is The Most Sacred Moment Of Existence.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.

Caution Is The Path To Mediocrity. Gliding, Passionless Mediocrity Is All That Most People Think They Can Achieve.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.