I Have To Feel What I'm Writing,

Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have The Expectation And The Demand The Other Way Round.

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.

Civilization After Civilization, It Is The Same. The World Falls To Tyranny With A Whisper. The Frightened Are Ever Keen To Bow To A Perceived Necessity, In The Belief That Necessity Forces Conformity, And Conformity A Certain Stability. In A World Shaped Into Conformity, Dissidents Stand Out, Are Easily Branded And Dealt With. There Is No Multitude Of Perspectives, No Dialogue. The Victim Assumes The Face Of The Tyrant, Self-righteous And Intransigent, And Wars Breed Like Vermin. And People Die.

All That We Were Has Led Us To Where We Are, But Tells Us Little Of Where We’re Going. Memories Are A Weight You Can Never Shrug Off.

Name None Of The Fallen, For They Stand In Our Place, And Stand There Still In Each Moment Of Our Lives. Let My Death Hold No Glory, And Let Me Die Forgotten And Unknown. Let It Not Be Said That I Was One Among The Dead To Accuse The Living.