My Lungs Taste The Air Of Time,blown

To Come Under Siege Was The Inevitable Fate Of Power.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.

The Flesh Surrenders Itself. Eternity Takes Back Its Own. Our Bodies Stirred These Waters Briefly, Danced With A Certain Intoxication Before The Love Of Life And Self, Dealt With A Few Strange Ideas, Then Submitted To The Instruments Of Time. What Can We Say Of This? I Occurred. I Am Not...yet, I Occurred.

Nature Does Not Make Mistakes. Right And Wrong Are Human Categories.

... Motivating People, Forcing Them To Your Will, Gives You A Cynical Attitude Toward Humanity. It Degrades Everything It Touches.