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Adrenaline Dulls Reason; Panic Kills It.

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

Wage War On Death. Live For Love.

Who’s To Say That It Takes Something Like A Drug To Mess With Your Perception Of Reality? How Did Hitler Deceive A Nation? How Can One Group Of People Look At The World And See One Thing, And Another See Something Completely Different? One Sees A Town, Another Sees A Desert. One Sees Beauty, Another Sees Chaos.” The Skin Of This World,” He Said Quietly.

...most Men And Women Will Yield To The Strong Currents Sucking Them Into The Seas Of Ruin. Only The Strongest In Mind And Spirit Will Swim Against That Current.