A Stone Is Heavy And The Sand

Paired Opposites Define Your Longings And Those Longings Imprison You.

I Hear The Wind Blowing Across The Desert And I See The Moons Of A Winter Night Rising Like Great Ships In The Void. To Them I Make My Vow: I Will Be Resolute And Make An Art Of Government; I Will Balance My Inherited Past And Become A Perfect Storehouse Of My Relic Memories. And I Will Be Known For Kindliness More Than For Knowledge. My Face Will Shine Down The Corridors Of Time For As Long As Humans Exist.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.

Since Every Individual Is Accountable Ultimately To The Self, The Formation Of That Self Demands Our Utmost Care And Attention.

All Governments Suffer A Recurring Problem: Power Attracts Pathological Personalities.