Our apologies, good friends, for the fracture of good order, the burning of paper instead of children. How many must die before our voices are heard, how many must be tortured, dislocated, starved, maddened? When, at what point, will you say no to this war?

I'd like to die with my boots on.

Start with the impossible. Proceed calmly towards the improbable. No worry, there are at least five exits.

You can't bank on the outcome.

No principle is worth the sacrifice of a single human being.

The arms race is worse than it ever was, the dumping of creation down a military rat hole is worse than it ever was, the wars across the earth are worse than they ever were.

Faith is rarely where your head is at. Nor is it where your heart is at. Faith is where your ass is at!