It's Only Terrible To Have Nothing To

Strange How Complicated We Can Make Things Just To Avoid Showing What We Feel!

We Have So Much To Say, And We Shall Never Say It.

Give 'em All The Same Grub And All The Same Pay/and The War Would Be Over And Done In A Day." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3

(ravic Speaking Of A Butterfly Caught In The Louvre) In The Morning It Would Search For Flowers And Life And The Light Honey Of Blossoms And Would Not Find Them And Later It Would Fall Asleep On Millennial Marble, Weakened By Then, Until The Grip Of The Delicate, Tenacious Feet Loosened And It Fell, A Thin Leaf Of Premature Autumn.

... But That's What Mankind Is Like: They Only Prize What They No Longer Possess.