Historically, unfortunately, race seems to be the major division that humanity has imposed on itself, a way of subdividing into smaller groups.

I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.

A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.

Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.

War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins.

Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.

The weak are meat the strong do eat.