A Man Does Not See Where He

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

Looking Back, Of Course, It Was Irresponsible, Mad, Forlorn, Idiotic, But If You Don't Take Chances Then You'll Never Have A Winning Hand, And I've No Regrets.

Only A Fool Wants War, But Once A War Starts Then It Cannot Be Fought Half-heartedly. It Cannot Even Be Fought With Regret, But Must Be Waged With A Savage Joy In Defeating The Enemy, And It Is That Savage Joy That Inspires Our Bards To Write Their Greatest Songs About Love And War.

Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It, Not Man.

I Do Understand That You Can Look Into Someone’s Eyes,” I Heard Myself Saying, “and Suddenly Know That Life Will Be Impossible Without Them. Know That Their Voice Can Make Your Heart Miss A Beat And That Their Company Is All Your Happiness Can Ever Desire And That Their Absence Will Leave Your Soul Alone, Bereft And Lost.