We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, the fear of violence, or actual violence, is the instrument of this dreadful will. You can see the will to power in bedrooms, kitchens, factories, unions and the borders of states. Listen to this and remember it. The nation state is merely human nature inflated to monstrous proportions. QED, nations are entities whose laws are written by violence. Thus it ever was, so ever shall it be.

One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.

Lunatics are writers whose works write them.

Music’s a wood you walk through.

Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.