I May Not Yet Be As Old

I May Not Yet Be As Old As Dirt, But Dirt And I Are Starting To Have An Awful Lot In Common.

Part Of Him Wanted To Weep... But His Purpose Was Rigid Within Him. He Felt He Could Not Bend To Gentleness Without Breaking.

Futility Is The Defining Characteristic Of Life.

It Is The Responsibility Of The Living To Make Meaningful The Sacrifices Of The Dead.

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.