When Faced With Something I Fear, I

When You Die, You Know, You Hear The Insistent Pounding That Defines All Things, Whether Of Matter Or Energy, Since There Is Nothing In The Universe, Really, But Proportion.

I Have To Confess That I Have So Rarely Experienced Triumph That I Cannot Claim To Know It Well Enough To Judge, But It Seems To Be At Best A Momentary Joy Followed Instantly By Sadness, And, Then, Of Necessity, By Wariness.

Who Said That Justice Is What You Imagine? Can You Be Sure That You Know It When You See It, That You Will Live Long Enough To Recognize The Decisive Thunder Of Its Occurrence, That It Can Be Manifest Within A Generation, Within Ten Generations, Within The Entire Span Of Human Existence? What You Are Talking About Is Common Sense, Not Justice. Justice Is Higher And Not As Easy To Understand - Until It Presents Itself In Unmistakable Splendor. The Design Of Which I Speak Is Far Above Our Understanding. But We Can Sometimes Feel Its Presence.

If Nothing Is Random, And Everything Is Predetermined, How Can There Be Free Will? The Answer To That Is Simple. Nothing Is Predetermined; It Is Determined, Or Was Determined, Or Will Be Determined.

Why Do You Think Great Leaders And Great Orations Are Coincident With Wars, Revolutions, And The Founding Or Ending Of Governments And States? Common Interests Then Are So Clear That Speeches Are Effortlessly Drawn, But At Present Neither The Facts Nor The Consequences Are Sufficiently Clear To Make Oratory Legitimate. This Is The Kind Of War That Will Wind On And Make Fools Of Its Partisans And Opponents Both.