What's One More Meaningless Act

I'm Saying With Very Few Exceptions Nothing Lasts Forever, And Among Those Exceptions, No Work Or Thought Of Man Is Numbered.

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.

Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.

One Should Never Regret One's Excesses, Only One's Failures Of Nerve.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.