...arranging the journey was so difficult. Getting home again was much easier.

We must wake up to the insane reality of our time. We are all irresponsible, unless we demand from the responsible decision makers that modern armaments must no longer be made available to people whose former battle axes and swords our ancestors condemned.

A civilized nation can have no enemies, and one cannot draw a line across a map, a line that doesn't even exist in nature and say that the ugly enemy lives on the one side, and good friends live on the other.

It is progress when weapons are improved to kill more people at a longer range.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.

Man invents the most inhuman armaments to assault others so like himself that uniforms are needed to distinguish between friend and foe.