We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.

Nothing, Nothing Justifies Terrorism.