Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.
The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.
The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.
The mind is an enchanting thing.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.