The First Temptation, Upon Meeting An Old

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

Justice! Custodian Of The World! But Since The World Errs, Justice Must Be Custodian Of The World's Errors.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.