Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword
The presence of God is the finest of rewards.
Warfare is ordained for you, though it is hateful unto you; but it may that ye hate a thing which is good for you, and it may happen that ye love a thing which is bad for you.
I have a billion what-ifs and no way forward.
Without our artists and storytellers, we have no history, and without history your future is unmoored -- we drift. It is art, never war, that carries culture forward.
The pages of history are red with the blood of illuminated "saints" who were murdered by their religions for actually achieving the advertised spiritual rewards.