War Is Not Won By Victory.

It Is A Hell Of A Thing To Be Hungry In Your Own House.

I Felt The Death Loneliness That Comes At The End Of Every Day That Is Wasted In Your Life.

Some People Show Evil As A Great Racehorse Shows Breeding. They Have The Dignity Of A Hard Chancre.

The World Breaks Everyone Or Nearly Everyone, Of Their Childish Illusions, Assumptions And Wishes, Often Painfully And Afterwards Due To The Personal Growth In Practical Experience, Insight And The Resulting Wisdom Many Are Strong At The Broken Places Just Like Mended Broken Bones Often Are, And Some People Even Have The Great Insight To Be Grateful For The Purifying Fire.

So This Was How You Died, In Whispers That You Did Not Hear.