Politics and religion are like a gun with ammunition, like the surgeon’s knife and the assassin’s blade, it’s like fighting for peace as the ideal is betrayed –

– molded from that which could never be, is the archetype of our own humanity – our world’s built on give and take, rise and fall, leaders blessed who hear the call – we are all martyrs of a sinister need to be victorious –

– my family, my people, my nation, our loss – we’ll spoil the whole so as to rise to the top – we’ll spoil the whole because there can only be one, and it should surely be “me” when all’s said and done.



Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.


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