Are There No More Worlds That I

My Logisticians Are A Humorless Lot ... They Know If My Campaign Fails, They Are The First Ones I Will Slay.

I Send You A Kaffis Of Mustard Seed, That You May Taste And Acknowledge The Bitterness Of My Victory.

Through Every Generation Of The Human Race There Has Been A Constant War, A War With Fear. Those Who Have The Courage To Conquer It Are Made Free And Those Who Are Conquered By It Are Made To Suffer Until They Have The Courage To Defeat It, Or Death Takes Them.

Shall I Pass By And Leave You Lying There Because Of The Expedition You Led Against Greece, Or Shall I Set You Up Again Because Of Your Magnanimity And Your Virtues In Other Respects?

With The Right Attitude, Self Imposed Limitations Vanish