Come In, Dear Wind, And

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.

Hungry Man, Reach For The Book: It Is A Weapon.

Society Cannot Share A Common Communication System So Long As It Is Split Into Warring Factions.