To Love Without Role, Without

Love Is The Wild Card Of Existence.

I'm Not A Person Who Worries Too Much About What I've Done.

There Hasn't Been A Day In My Life Since I Started Latin In Ninth Grade That I Haven't Benefited By The Lives Of The Ancients.

When The Corpses Are Cleared No New Order Will Emerge. Power, Society, Relationships, Will Descend In All Their Confusion On A New Generation. The Old, Who Started This Conflagration, Will Retreat, Worn Out, The Survivors And The Young Will Continue The Dance.

Youth Moves Out, Leaving No Forwarding Address. No Matter How You Try, You Can't Reach That Person Again Or That Place.