The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
How lazily "xperts" dismiss what they fail to understand!
If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.