Everything's A Lot Tougher When

The Past Is Obdurate.

A Person Could See A Lot Without Ever Leaving His Own Living Room. Especially If He Had The Right Tools.

It Was How Wars Really Ended, Dieffenbaker Supposed -- Not At Truce Tables But In Cancer Wards And Office Cafeterias And Traffic Jams. Wars Died One Tiny Piece At A Time, Each Piece Something That Fell Like A Memory, Each Lost Like An Echo That Fades In Winding Hills. In The End Even War Ran Up The White Flag. Or So He Hoped. He Hoped That In The End Even War Surrendered.

There's A Mr. Hyde For Every Happy Jekyll Face, A Dark Face On The Other Side Of The Mirror.

Close Your Eyes And Click Your Heals Three Times...because There's No Place Like Dome.