"If but the Vine and Love Abjuring Band..."

the greatest delusion is that many are one, or onr are many. both bring lies in thought and action, weaknesses of heart and illness in creativity.
one is always one, even the word Oneness is insufficient to describe its uniqueness in the traisient universe.
civilization is a work in progress, not the ultimate end of the human creation.
those who do not sing and weep for themselves have no right to declare they are living and suffering sentient beings.
the true hero speaks for the eternity inside himself, and of nothing but wind and dust.
a seducer of thinking would fain he speaks for the people, for the land, for the glories of the cities and promises of rich beyond measure --- even of mortal measure. He wants slaves to build a garden state for him.
never would he build anything, for there is eternal dust for him to grasp. civilisation do not arise from a good contract but fear for the conqering eternal nothing. why else do we build walls and forge weapons even when we have settled down?