Trapped Dreams Must Die.

For Although This Was A Very Heroic War, With A Parade Of Every Sort Of High Moral Principle, And With The Most Sonorous Language Employed Upon Both Sides, It Somehow Failed To Bring About Either The Reformation Or The Ruin Of Humankind: And After The Conclusion Of The Murdering And General Breakage, The World Went On Pretty Much As It Has Done After All Other Wars, With A Vague Notion That A Deal Of Time And Effort Had Been Unprofitably Invested, And A Conviction That It Would Be Inglorious To Say So.

Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall We Know One Day.

In The Beginning The Gods Made Man, And Fashioned The Sky And The Sea, And The Earth's Fair Face For Man's Dwelling-place, And This Was The Gods' Decree: "lo, We Have Given To Man Five Wits: He Discerneth Folly And Sin; He Is Swift To Deride All The World Outside, And Blind To The World Within: So That Man May Make Sport And Amuse Us, In Battling For Phrases Or Pelf, Now That Each May Know What Forebodeth Woe To His Neighbor, And Not To Himself.

Life Is Very Marvelous... And To The Wonders Of The Earth There Is No End Appointed.

Creeds Matter Very Little... The Optimist Proclaims That We Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds; And The Pessimist Fears This Is True. So I Elect For Neither Label.