One Day, Perhaps, You Will

When You've Burned The Bridges Behind You, Don't Go Starting A Fire On The One In Front Of You.

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl Said Plaintively, "see The Last Who Comes. You Send Me To My Death." "i Know," Quick Ben Whispered. "flee, Then. I Will Hold Them Enough To Ensure Your Escape No More." Quick Ben Sank Down Past The Roof. Before He Passed From Sight Pearl Spoke Again. "ben Adaephon Delat, Do You Pity Me?" "yes" He Replied Softly, Then Pivoted And Dropped Down Into Darkness.

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.

War Has Its Necessities...and I Have Always Understood That. Always Known The Cost. But, This Day, By My Own Hand, I Have Realized Something Else. War Is Not A Natural State. It Is An Imposition, And A Damned Unhealthy One. With Its Rules, We Willingly Yield Our Humanity. Speak Not Of Just Causes, Worthy Goals. We Are Takers Of Life.

I Was Needed, But I Myself Did Not Need. I Had Followers, But Not Allies, And Only Now Do I Understand The Difference. And It Is Vast.