Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother,

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

The People's Awe And Innate Fear Will Hold Injustice Back By Day, By Night, So Long As The People Leave The Laws Intact, Just As They Are: Muddy The Cleanest Spring, And All You'll Have To Drink Is Muddy Water.