How Real Is Any Of The Past,

Power Doesn't Corrupt People; People Corrupt Power.

Tragedy Was Foresworn, In Ritual Denial Of The Ripe Knowledge That We Are Drawing Away From One Another, That We Share Only One Thing, Share The Fear Of Belonging To Another, Or To Others, Or To God; Love Or Money, Tender Equated In Advertising And The World, Where Only Money Is Currency, And Under Dead Trees And Brittle Ornaments Prehensile Hands Exchange Forgeries Of What The Heart Dare Not Surrender.

...mementos Of This World, In Which The Things Worth Being Were So Easily Exchanged For The Things Worth Having.

We Want Someone To Bring Us The News.

It Is The Bliss Of Childhood That We Are Being Warped Most When We Know It The Least.