There Will Be No War, But In

Sometimes We Have To Do A Thing In Order To Find Out The Reason For It. Sometimes Our Actions Are Questions, Not Answers.

Wives?" She Asked, Interrupting Him. For A Moment, He Had Assumed She Was Tuning To The Novel. Then He Saw Her Waiting, Suspicious Eyes, So He Replied Cautiously, "none Active," As If Wives Were Volcanoes.

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous. But Neither, In My Experience, Do We Ever Reach A Plane Of Detachment Regarding Our Parents, However Wise And Old We May Become. To Pretend Otherwise Is To Cheat.

By Repetition, Each Lie Becomes An Irreversible Fact Upon Which Other Lies Are Constructed.

Our Power Knows No Limits, Yet We Cannot Find Food For A Starving Child, Or A Home For A Refugee. Our Knowledge Is Without Measure And We Build The Weapons That Will Destroy Us. We Live On The Edge Of Ourselves, Terrified Of The Darkness Within. We Have Harmed, Corrupted And Ruined, We Have Made Mistakes And Deceived.