To Endure Oneself May Be The Hardest

Empires Do Not Suffer Emptiness Of Purpose At The Time Of Their Creation. It Is When They Have Become Established That Aims Are Lost And Replaced By Vague Ritual.

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.

To Endure Oneself May Be The Hardest Task In The Universe. You Cannot Hire A Wise Man Or Any Other Intellect To Solve It For You. There's No Writ Of Inquest Or Calling Of Witness To Provide Answers.

There Is Probably No More Terrible Instant Of Enlightenment Than The One In Which You Discover Your Father Is A Man - With Human Flesh.

Providence And Manifest Destiny Are Synonyms Often Invoked To Support Arguments Based On Wishful Thinking.