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The illusion of freedom is just that, an illusion.

We think to measure the passage of time, when what we should do is measure our passage through time – we pass, time does not.

Kind words are the paving stones on joy’s path, a few go a long way.

Tomorrow: A carrot on a stick, an empty little trick, a hollow pledge a lottery, none of us will ever win.

The tragedy of war, is innocents, injured, the misled, unto battle fed, loud politician’s glee, war, it is the true tragedy.

The past: A place of joy, and regret, of remember, and forget, a place to visit often, yet to which we never can return.

My Godfather once told me the only true sign of a happy life would be to relive our own, without a single change. I wouldn’t

Don’t twist your art, to suit your audience.

Should we punish our animals, for being animals, should we punish ourselves, for the same.

In matters of your art, listen to nothing but your heart.

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