It Started 25 Years Ago, When I

We Are All Eaters Of Souls.

Human Beings Have Only That Confusing Mass Of Chemically Driven Neurological Storage To Rely On. They're All Subjective And Emotion-tinged. How Can They Trust Any Of Their Memories?

Words Are The Only Bullets In Truth's Bandolier. And Poets Are The Snipers.

The Victorians, They Were Like The Germans In World War Ii. They Could Not Stop Recording Details About Their Lives And Their Age.

Those Who Ignore History's Lessons In The Ultimate Folly Of War Are Forced To Do More Than Relive Them ... They May Be Forced To Die By Them.