I Live In An Apocalyptic Dream. My

Most Deadly Errors Arise From Obsolete Assumptions.

What Has Mood To Do With It? You Fight When The Necessity Arises—no Matter The Mood! Mood's A Thing For Cattle Or Making Love Or Playing The Baliset. It's Not For Fighting.

Any Road Followed Precisely To Its End Leads Precisely Nowhere.

One Learns From Books And Example Only That Certain Things Can Be Done. Actual Learning Requires That You Do Those Things.

The Future Remains Uncertain And So It Should, For It Is The Canvas Upon Which We Paint Our Desires. Thus Always The Human Condition Faces A Beautifully Empty Canvas. We Possess Only This Moment In Which To Dedicate Ourselves Continuously To The Sacred Presence Which We Share And Create.