The Spirit Of A Nation Is What

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

A Man's Name, Title, And Rank Are Artificial And Impermanent; They Do Nothing To Reveal What He Really Is, Even To Himself.