But Sometimes Imperfect Tools Lead Us Toward

What Was Once Obvious To Them Was No Longer Quite As Obvious. Why Was It That Humans Lost Sight Of Truth So Quickly?

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

Keep Your Words. This Pain Is No Life." "you Only Feel Pain Because You're Alive, Boy!" The Keeper Thundered. "this Is The Mystery Of It. Life Is Lived On The Ragged Edge Of The Cliff. Fall Off And You Might Die, But Run From It And You Are Already Dead!

He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story

Anything Unnatural Was Not Naturally Believed. Faith, In Essence, Was Unnatural.