Winning Means Outlasting Everyone Else.

The Gods Are Watching, But Idly, Yawning.

Bored By Safety, The Lover Grows Jealous And Exacting.

Lying Just For The Fun Of It Is Either Art Or Pathology.

Masks Are What They Seem To Be; Not So The Faces Beneath Them.

Was There A Little Time Between The Invention Of Language And The Coming Of True And False?