Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality.

The Love Of Violence Is An Aspect Of Our Humanity. Even The Weak Wish To Be Strong Primarily So They Can Wield The Whip.

Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

Religion Seems To Have Always Offered Us That False Duality ... The Silences Of Infinite Space Or The Cozy Comfort Of Inner Certainty.

Laws Had A Bad Habit Of Being Ignored Or Abrogated When Societal Push Came To Totalitarian Shove.

Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live