Yet War Doesn't End With

A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, I Survived.

We Leave It Up To Books And Movies To Talk About Wwii On Our Behalf.

The Future Looks Like Gasoline. . . . Crude Oil . . . Is The Future Before It Has Been Refined. It Is Like A Dream Of The Future, Really, And Like Any Dream It Ends With A Rude Awakening.

They Say That In The Hour Before An Earthquake The Clouds Hang Leaden In The Sky, The Winds Slows To A Hot Breath, And The Birds Fall Quiet In The Trees Of The Town Square. Yes But These Are The Same Portents That Precede Lunchtime, Frankly.

The Ways In Which We Are Able To Express Courage Also Depend On The Hand Life Deals Us.