Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

Time will unfold its leaves.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man con conjure by existing.

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.