Here Lies A Toppled God.

To Endure Oneself May Be The Hardest Task In The Universe. You Cannot Hire A Wise Man Or Any Other Intellect To Solve It For You. There's No Writ Of Inquest Or Calling Of Witness To Provide Answers.

Every Civilization Must Contend With An Unconscious Force Which Can Block, Betray, Or Countermand Almost Any Conscious Intention Of The Collectivity.

What Has Mood To Do With It? You Fight When The Necessity Arises—no Matter The Mood! Mood's A Thing For Cattle Or Making Love Or Playing The Baliset. It's Not For Fighting.

I Hear The Wind Blowing Across The Desert And I See The Moons Of A Winter Night Rising Like Great Ships In The Void. To Them I Make My Vow: I Will Be Resolute And Make An Art Of Government; I Will Balance My Inherited Past And Become A Perfect Storehouse Of My Relic Memories. And I Will Be Known For Kindliness More Than For Knowledge. My Face Will Shine Down The Corridors Of Time For As Long As Humans Exist.

It Is So Shocking To Find Out How Many People Do Not Believe That They Can Learn, And How Many More Believe Learning To Be Difficult.