History Is A Constant Race

Most Lives Are A Flight From Selfhood. Most Prefer The Truths Of The Stable. You Stick Your Head Into The Stanchions And Munch Contentedly Until You Die. Others Use You For Their Purposes. Not Once Do You Look Outside The Stable To Lift Your Head And Be Your Own Creature.

A Ruler Must Learn To Persuade And Not To Compel.

It's Easier To Be Terrified By An Enemy You Admire.

It Is Said That There Is A Principle Of Conflict Which Originated With The Single Cell And Has Never Deteriorated.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.