The Wise Man Contents Himself With What

We Use Words To Understand Each Other And Even, Sometimes, To Find Each Other.

God, The Devil, Good, Evil, It's All In Our Heads, Not In Heaven Or Hell, Which We Also Invented. We Do Not Realize That, Having Invented God, We Immediately Became His Slaves.

You Never Know Beforehand What People Are Capable Of, You Have To Wait, Give It Time, It's Time That Rules, Time Is Our Gambling Partner On The Other Side Of The Table And It Holds All The Cards Of The Deck In Its Hand, We Have To Guess The Winning Cards Of Life, Our Lives.

The Wise Man Contents Himself With What He Has, Until Such Time As He Invents Something Better.

We're Not Short Of Movements Proclaiming That A Different World Is Possible, But Unless We Can Coordinate Them Into An International Movement, Capitalism Just Laughs At All These Little Organisations.