To Be At Peace With Self, To

Borders Are Scratched Across The Hearts Of Men By Strangers With A Calm, Judicial Pen, And When The Borders Bleed We Watch With Dread The Lines Of Ink Across The Map Turn Red.

For Every Five Well-adjusted And Smoothly Functioning Americans, There Are Two Who Never Had The Chance To Discover Themselves. It May Well Be Because They Have Never Been Alone With Themselves.

The Earth We Abuse And The Living Things We Kill Will, In The End, Take Their Revenge; For In Exploiting Their Presence We Are Diminishing Our Future.

All Wars Derive From Lack Of Empathy: The Incapacity Of One To Understand And Accept The Likeness Or Difference Of Another. Whether In Nations Or The Encounters Of Race And Sex, Competition Then Replaces Compassion, Subjection Excludes Mutuality.

The Real Demon Is Success-the Anxieties Engendered By This Quest Are Relentless, Degrading, Corroding. What Is Worse, There Is No End To This Escalation Of Desire.