It'll Be All Right." Julia's Gentleness Makes

Writing Is Such A Damn Lonely Sickness.

Dreams Are Shores Where The Ocean Of Spirit Meets The Land Of Matter. Dreams Are Beaches Where The Yet-to-be, The Once-were, The Will-never-be May Walk Awhile With The Still-are.

The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales A Lit Candle On A Spike. "not A Noun.

War's An Auction Where Whoever Can Pay The Most In Damage And Still Be Standing Wins.

Oh, Diplomacy ... It Mops Up War's Spillages; Legitimizes Its Outcomes; Gives The Strong State The Means To Impose Its Will On A Weaker One, While Saving Its Fleets And Battalions For Weightier Opponents.