To place love as the conflicting opposite to war is not entirely correct; It is all a matter of scale. War functions with rhetoric and belief, as our relations do, but in its objectives can crush entire states and histories in moving toward an aim. Love can destroy only two; it has a unique and personal method which exists within this interaction only, of which we can assume and speculate, but never truly understand. Do not believe that these casualties are minor or irrelevant, simply because love is not open for the discussions of newspapers. When a man fails in what is basic to him, when love fails, he is then equipped to conduct war.

Children are the great intellectuals of our time. They will query any subject inexhaustibly, they never conclude what our mature selves have accepted to be simply the way of things. They are possessed by imagination and breathe their fantasies into each aspect of their daily proceedings. In their visions of a future they are bright and perfected, they set themselves to become things impossible or brilliant. They have not looked over the surface of the earth with an analytic eye, they probe each of its corners for light and colour and sensation. They are true geniuses. We should each see our childhood possibility become our present selves.

My days pass with an established order; I read incessantly, write compulsively, and occasionally attempt to change the lives of others.