What Does Not Change Is The Will

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.