the price of convenience is ignorance

there is no defeating the devil; only making new ones

once we are satisfied with who we have become we are at peace / once we are resigned to who have become we are dead / once we are satisfied with who we have become we are dead / once we are resigned to who we have become we are at peace

everyone has their moments of genius. that is not enough to make genius ...

open / close, retreat; pause. these are the rhythms of the lost. beating endlessly.

what do you expect from a species that made violence it's primary social currency?

the young are innocent enough to believe the world should be different; the old, experienced enough to know they must let go; it is those in the middle that are truely danegerous

we are young until we are taught and, only old once we start to die

often we go looking for strength, find power, and fail to realize the difference