What Has Mood To Do With It?

The Unclouded Eye Was Better, No Matter What It Saw.

I Hear The Wind Blowing Across The Desert And I See The Moons Of A Winter Night Rising Like Great Ships In The Void. To Them I Make My Vow: I Will Be Resolute And Make An Art Of Government; I Will Balance My Inherited Past And Become A Perfect Storehouse Of My Relic Memories. And I Will Be Known For Kindliness More Than For Knowledge. My Face Will Shine Down The Corridors Of Time For As Long As Humans Exist.

Infinity? It Attracts Us Like A Floodlight In The Night.

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

For Now Is My Grief Heavier Than The Sands Of The Seas, She Thought. This World Has Emptied Me Of All But The Oldest Purpose: Tomorrow's Life.