Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The

When The Souls Rise Up In Glory, Yours Shall Not Be Shunned Nor Sunderered, But Shall Be The Prize Of The Gods' Gardens. Even Your Darkness Shall Be Treasured Then, And All Your Pain Made Holy.

Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The Sum Of Realism. All The Other Colors Are Real, Too.

No Battle Plan Survives First Contact With The Enemy. Not When The Enemy Is Me.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

It’s Important That Someone Celebrate Our Existence," She Objected Amiably. "people Are The Only Mirror We Have To See Ourselves In. The Domain Of All Meaning. All Virtue, All Evil, Are Contained Only In People. There Is None In The Universe At Large. Solitary Confinement Is A Punishment In Every Human Culture.