When Your Life Has Been

Societies Need Heroes. So We Travel To Places Where The Revisionists Cannot Dismantle The Great.

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

Every Little Bit Of Good I May Do, Let Me Do It Now For I May Not Come This Way Again.

By Nature Of Definition Only The Coward Is Capable Of The Highest Heroism

It Is A Merchant's Nature To Quibble Over Coins. It Is How We Become Rich And Buy Satin Shirts. The Problems Of Who Governs This Area Is One For Another Day.