The Lesson Of History Is That No

Civilization After Civilization, It Is The Same. The World Falls To Tyranny With A Whisper. The Frightened Are Ever Keen To Bow To A Perceived Necessity, In The Belief That Necessity Forces Conformity, And Conformity A Certain Stability. In A World Shaped Into Conformity, Dissidents Stand Out, Are Easily Branded And Dealt With. There Is No Multitude Of Perspectives, No Dialogue. The Victim Assumes The Face Of The Tyrant, Self-righteous And Intransigent, And Wars Breed Like Vermin. And People Die.

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

Show Me A God That Does Not Demand Mortal Suffering. Show Me A God That Celebrates Diversity, A Celebration That Embraces Even Non-believers, And Is Not Threatened By Them. Show Me A God That Understands The Meaning Of Peace. In Life, Not In Death.

No Purer Artist Exists Or Has Ever Existed Than A Child Freed To Imagine.

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