There Is Not Secret To Balance. You

War Is The Most Readily Available Form Of Chaos.

I Hear The Wind Blowing Across The Desert And I See The Moons Of A Winter Night Rising Like Great Ships In The Void. To Them I Make My Vow: I Will Be Resolute And Make An Art Of Government; I Will Balance My Inherited Past And Become A Perfect Storehouse Of My Relic Memories. And I Will Be Known For Kindliness More Than For Knowledge. My Face Will Shine Down The Corridors Of Time For As Long As Humans Exist.

The Whole Universe Sat There, Open To The Man Who Could Make The Right Decisions.

Does A Population Have Informed Consent When A Ruling Minority Acts In Secret To Ignite A War, Doing This To Justify The Existence Of The Minority's Forces? ... Failure To Provide Full Information For Informed Consent On Such An Issue Represents An Ultimate Crime.

Reason Is The First Victim Of Strong Emotion.