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I Still Have Some Of My Old University Essays, And I Do Still Have My Drawing Book From Primary Year Seven.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.

There Are No Gods, We Are Told, So I Must Make My Own Salvation.

Anyway, You Can't Leave Her Like That. You Can't Do That To The Woman. She Doesn't Deserve It; Nobody Does. You Don't Belong To Her And She Doesn't Belong To You, But You're Both Part Of Each Other; If She Got Up And Left Now And Walked Away And You Never Saw Each Other Again For The Rest Of Your Lives, And You Lived An Ordinary Waking Life For Another Fifty Years, Even So On Your Deathbed You Would Still Know She Was Part Of You.