The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.

The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.

Torturous advances won over generations can be lost by a single stroke of a myopic president's pen or a vainglorious general's sword.

why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most

Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.

Oh, diplomacy ... it mops up war's spillages; legitimizes its outcomes; gives the strong state the means to impose its will on a weaker one, while saving its fleets and battalions for weightier opponents.