If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.