Polemical Debates Happen All The Time In

When A Country Is Strong... It Accepts Any Dose Of Pessimism From Its Writers.

It’s True This World Our Breathing Laboured Inspires Nothing More Than Obvious Disgust A Desire To Flee Without Our Share And No Longer Read The Headlines We Long To Return To Our Ancestral Home Where Our Forebears Once Lived Under An Angel’s Wing We Long To Find That Strange Morality Which Sanctified Life To The End We Crave Something Like Loyalty Like The Embrace Of Mild Addictions Something That Transcends Yet Contains Life We Cannot Live Far From Eternity

Islam Is A Dangerous Religion.

I Tend To Think That Good And Evil Exist And That The Quantity In Each Of Us Is Unchangeable. The Moral Character Of People Is Set, Fixed Until Death.

The World Outside Had Its Own Rules, And Those Rules Were Not Human.