The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

You’re Loitering, Citizen.” “actually, I Was Hesitating.

Power Is Violence, Its Promise, Its Deed. Power Cares Nothing For Reason, Nothing For Justice, Nothing For Compassion. It Is, In Fact, The Singular Abnegation Of These Things - Once The Cloak Of Deceits Is Stripped Away, This One Truth Is Revealed.

The Stars, They Are As The Sun. Each Star. Every Star. And Those Spheres- They Are Worlds, Realms, Each One Different Yet The Same.

You Must Dismantle Your Sources, Lest You Do Nothing But Ape The Prejudices Of Others

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.