You're Either Part Of The Solution Or

All The Gods Are Dead Except The God Of War.

You're Either Part Of The Solution Or You're Part Of The Problem.

I Know That Sometimes People Fake On Each Other Out Of Genuine Motives To Hold Onto The Object Of Their Tenderest Feelings. They See Themselves As So Inadequate That They Feel Forced To Wear A Mask In Order To Continuously Impress The Other. I Do Not Want To "hold" You, I Want You To "stay" Out Of Your Own Need For Me.

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

The Object Is For Everyone To Do Their Own Thing, But The Thing Is To Make One's Thing The Revolution.