I Cry For Those Not Yet Dead.

Here Lies A Toppled God. His Fall Was Not A Small One. We Did But Build His Pedestal, A Narrow And A Tall One.

Any Man Who Retreats Into A Cave Which Has Only One Opening Deserves To Die.

Prisons Are Needed Only To Provide The Illusion That Courts And Police Are Effective. They're A Kind Of Job Insurance.

The Ferocity We Show Our Foes Must Be Tempered By The Lesson We Hope To Teach.

Beyond A Critical Point Within A Finite Space, Freedom Diminishes As Numbers Increase. This Is As True Of Humans As It Is Of Gas Molecules In A Sealed Flask. The Human Question Is Not How Many Can Possibly Survive Within The System, But What Kind Of Existence Is Possible For Those Who So Survive.