This Creed Of The Desert

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.

Misery, Anger, Indignation, Discomfort-those Conditions Produce Literature. Contentment-never. So There You Are.

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

Men Have Looked Upon The Desert As Barren Land, The Free Holding Of Whoever Chose; But In Fact Each Hill And Valley In It Had A Man Who Was Its Acknowledged Owner And Would Quickly Assert The Right Of His Family Or Clan To It, Against Aggression.

Dream Your Dreams With Open Eyes And Make Them Come True.