Dark Age

But the measure of a man is not the fear he sows in his enemies. It is the hope he gives his friends.

Is a man a coward if he realizes that bravery is just a myth the old tell the young so they line up for the meatgrinder?

I no longer trust stillness. Stillness is the enemy taking careful aim.

You asked, what do I fear? I fear a man who believes in good. For he can excuse any evil.

Life is meant to be felt. Else why live? Valleys make the mountains.

I once thought the greatest sin of war was violence. It isn’t. The greatest sin is it requires good men to become practical.

Don’t you find it peculiar? The human conviction that we are the heirs of history instead of paragraphs that are almost over. A survival mechanism, no doubt.

Fear those who seek your company for their own vanity. As soon as you eclipse them in the mirror, it won’t be the mirror they break.

Matter, how tiny my share
Time, how brief my allotment
Fate, how small my roll to play
Self, all that can be mastered

Fascism is a scourge. Sometimes we must sacrifice to destroy it