Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

Most Of Us Do Know We Have No Immortality. And When You've Found A Genius, Someone Who Has Already Purchased His Immortality In Musical Or Literary Terms, It's Maddening.

War Must Never Be A Condition But, Rather, A Temporary Scourge Which We Suffer As A Child Does A Fever, Knowing That Health Follows The Long Night Of Pain And That Peace Is Health.

Human Beings Have Only That Confusing Mass Of Chemically Driven Neurological Storage To Rely On. They're All Subjective And Emotion-tinged. How Can They Trust Any Of Their Memories?

A Hero. You Want To Be One Of Those Rare Human Beings Who Make History, Rather Than Merely Watch It Flow Around Them Like Water Around A Rock.