During My Youth, The Idea Of Moving

Let Your Tears Roll Tonight, But Tomorrow You Will Start The Battle Again. What Defeats Us, Always, Is Just Our Own Sorrow.

Life Is Like A Fire. Flames Which The Passer-by Forgets. Ashes Which The Wind Scatters. A Man Lived.

We Are Not Just Visitors On This Planet, It Belongs To Us Just As We Belong To Her, Its Past Is Ours, So Is Its Future.

Taking The Line Of Least Resistance, We Lump The Most Different People Together Under The Same Heading. Taking The Line Of Least Resistance, We Ascribe To Them Collective Crimes, Collective Acts And Opinions. "the Serbs Have Massacred…", "the English Have Devastated…", "the Jews Have Confiscated…", "the Blacks Have Torched", "the Arabs Refuse…". We Blithely Express Sweeping Judgments On Whole Peoples, Calling Them "hardworking" And "ingenious", Or "lazy", "touchy", "sly", "proud", Or "obstinate". And Sometimes This Ends In Bloodshed." – Amin Maalouf "on Identity

Our Ancestors Derived Less From Life Than We Do, But They Also Expected Much Less And Were Less Intent On Controlling The Future. We Are Of The Arrogant Generations Who Believe A Lasting Happiness Was Promised To Us At Birth. Promised? By Whom?