My Lungs Taste The Air Of Time,blown

To Endure Oneself May Be The Hardest Task In The Universe.

War Is Behavior With Roots In The Single Cell Of The Primeval Seas. Eat Whatever You Touch Or It Will Eat You.

There Is No Escape - We Pay For The Violence Of Our Ancestors.

History Is A Constant Race Between Invention And Catastrophe.

Order Generally Was A Product Of Human Activity. Chaos Existed As A Raw Material From Which To Create Order.