I Think Words Operate Like

We Are Both Busy People, So Let's Cut The Small Talk.

The Body Is The Outermost Layer Of The Mind.

Strip Back The Beliefs Pasted On By Governesses, Schools, And States, You Find Indelible Truths At One's Core. Rome'll Decline And Fall Again, Cortés'll Lay Tenochtitlán To Waste Again, And Later, Ewing Will Sail Again, Adrian'll Be Blown To Pieces Again, You And I'll Sleep Under The Corsican Stars Again, I'll Come To Bruges Again, Fall In And Out Of Love With Eva Again, You'll Read This Letter Again, The Sun'll Grow Cold Again. Nietzsche's Gramophone Record. When It Ends, The Old One Plays It Again, For An Eternity Of Eternities.

War May Be An Auction For Countries. For Soldiers It's A Lottery.

This World, He Thinks, Contains Just One Masterpiece, And That Is Itself.