Mankind Has Only One Science… Its The

The Successful Writer Listens To Himself.

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.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.

A Person Cries Out In Life Because It's Lonely And Because Life's Been Broken Off From Whatever Created It. But No Matter How Much You Hate Life, You Love It Too. It's Like A Caldron Boiling With Everything You Have To Have, But Very Painful To The Lips.

War Is Behavior With Roots In The Single Cell Of The Primeval Seas. Eat Whatever You Touch Or It Will Eat You.