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The More Civilized A Nation, The More Conformed Its Population, Until That Civilization's Last Age Arrives, When Multiplicity Wages War With Conformity. The Former Grows Ever Wilder, Ever More Dysfunctional In Its Extremities; Whilst The Latter Seeks To Increase Its Measure Of Control, Until Such Efforts Acquire Diabolical Tyranny.' - Traveller

Such Is The Vastness Of His Genius That He Can Outwit Even Himself.

Civilization After Civilization, It Is The Same. The World Falls To Tyranny With A Whisper. The Frightened Are Ever Keen To Bow To A Perceived Necessity, In The Belief That Necessity Forces Conformity, And Conformity A Certain Stability. In A World Shaped Into Conformity, Dissidents Stand Out, Are Easily Branded And Dealt With. There Is No Multitude Of Perspectives, No Dialogue. The Victim Assumes The Face Of The Tyrant, Self-righteous And Intransigent, And Wars Breed Like Vermin. And People Die.

I'll Not Deny I Am Impressed By Your Mastery Of Six Warrens, Quick Ben. In Retrospect, You Should Have Held Back On At Least Half Of What You Command." The Man Made To Rise. "but, Bauchelain," The Wizard Replied, "i Did.

Shake Your Fist All You Want But Dead Is Dead