You Treat Violence As An Aberration ...

... All Good Things Beyond Sleep Come Precisely Because We Defy Gravity While We Live.

The Powerful Have Received Their Share Of The World's Attention Even When Their Power Has Been Shown As Sheer Evil. The Victim's Remain The Faceless Masses. Numbers. Mass Graves. These Monsters Have Fertilized Our Century With The Mass Graves Of Their Victims And It Is Time That The Powerless Had Names And Faces -- And Voices.

Words Are The Only Bullets In Truth's Bandolier. And Poets Are The Snipers.

All Of Our Lives Are Governed By A Certain Degree Of Faith In Bullshit.

Merely To Live Without A Pain Is Little Gladness, Little Gain, Ah, Welcome Joy Tho' Mixt With Grief-- The Thorn-set Flower That Crowns The Leaf.