You Climb To Reach The Summit, But

Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always Hidden Something Ugly.

You Believe By Doubting And You Doubt By Believing; Yet This State Too Is Not The Final One.

Have It Compose A Poem -- A Poem About A Haircut! But Lofty, Noble, Tragic, Timeless, Full Of Love, Treachery, Retribution, Quiet Heroism In The Face Of Certain Doom! Six Lines, Cleverly Rhymed, And Every Word Beginning With The Letter S!

To Torture A Man You Have To Know His Pleasures.

There Are No Answers, Only Choices.