Why Is It That Foolishness Repeats Itself

To Stay Awake All Night Adds A Day To Your Life.

Here Lies A Toppled God. His Fall Was Not A Small One. We Did But Build His Pedestal, A Narrow And A Tall One.

A Person Cries Out In Life Because It's Lonely And Because Life's Been Broken Off From Whatever Created It. But No Matter How Much You Hate Life, You Love It Too. It's Like A Caldron Boiling With Everything You Have To Have, But Very Painful To The Lips.

Ideas Are A Dime A Dozen. It's Execution That Counts.

Who Are The Rabble And Who Are The Ruled?