When He Died He Would Not End.

What Did It Mean, The First Time, A Thinking Creature Looked Deeply Into Another's Eyes? Did It Take A Hundred Thousand Years Before This Happened Or It Was The First Thing They Did, Transcendingly, The Thing That Made Them Higher, Made Them Modern, The Gaze That Demonstrates We Are Lonely In Our Souls?

To Be A Tourist Is To Escape Accountability. Errors And Failings Don't Cling To You The Way They Do Back Home. You're Able To Drift Across Continents And Languages, Suspending The Operation Of Sound Thought. Tourism Is The March Of Stupidity.

The Dead Have A Presence.

Days Like This. I Look At You And Feel Electric. Tell Me You Don't Feel It Too."_eric Packer

Be Willing To Die For Your Beliefs, Or Computer Printouts Of Your Beliefs.