The Choice You Make, Between Hating And

The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

In The Face Of All That Is So Wrong With The World, The Very Worst Thing You Can Do Is Survive. And Yet You Must Survive. It Is This Dilemma That Makes Us Believe And Cling To The Lie That We Have A Soul, And That There Is A God Who Cares About Its Fate.

Be True To Love Where Ever You Find It, And Be True To Yourself And Everything That You Really Are.

Good Soldiers Are Defined By What They Can Endure, Not By What They Can Inflict.

Sooner Or Later, Fate Puts Us Together With All The People, One By One, Who Show Us What We Could, And Shouldn’t, Let Ourselves Become. Sooner Or Later We Meet The Drunkard, The Waster, The Betrayer, The Ruthless Mind, And The Hate-filled Heart. But Fate Loads The Dice, Of Course, Because We Usually Find Ourselves Loving Or Pitying Almost All Of Those People. And It’s Impossible To Despise Someone You Honestly Pity, And To Shun Someone You Truly Love.