We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes

You Say It Is The Good Cause That Hallows Even War? I Say Unto You: It Is The Good War That Hallows Any Cause.

[heraclitus Speaks As If] In Entrancement ... But [also] Truthfully.

So Long As Men Praise You, You Can Only Be Sure That You Are Not Yet On Your Own True Path But On Someone Else's.

Where Neither Love Nor Hatred Is In The Game, A Woman's Game Is Mediocre.

The Ordinary Man Is As Courageous And Invulnerable As A Hero When He Does Not Recognize Any Danger, When He Has No Eyes To See It.conversely, The Hero's Only Vulnerable Spot Is On His Back, And So Exactly Where He Has No Eyes.