We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.

Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?

Men are loyal when you lead from the front.

Blood is not destiny.

I do not fight battles that cannot be won. Do not confuse that with cowardice.

Nothing so mystical. Human beings hunger for killing, that is all. It only takes a few politicians to stoke division, or a few demagogues encouraging hatred to set your kind upon one another. And then before you know it, you have a whole nation biting on its own tail, going round and round until there is nothing left but the snapping of teeth.

All life produces waste. The act of living produces costs, hazards and disposal questions, and so the (Environment) Ministry has found itself in the center of all life, mitigating, guiding and policing the detritus of the average person along with investigating the infractions of the greedy and short-sighted, the ones who wish to make quick profits and trade on others' lives for it.