Bless Me Father, I Ate A Lizard.

Listen, My Dear Cors, Why Don't You Forgive God For Allowing Pain? If He Didn't Allow It, Human Courage, Bravery, Nobility, And Self-sacrifice Would All Be Meaningless Things.

Ask For An Omen, Then Stone It When It Comes -- De Essentia Hominum.

To Minimize Suffering And To Maximize Security Were Natural And Proper Ends Of Society And Caesar. But Then They Became The Only Ends, Somehow, And The Only Basis Of Law - A Perversion. Inevitably, Then, In Seeking Only Them, We Found Only Their Opposites: Maximum Suffering And Minimum Security.

Bless Me Father, I Ate A Lizard.

What's To Be Believed? Or Does It Matter At All? When Mass Murder's Been Answered With Mass Murder, Rape With Rape, Hate With Hate, There's No Longer Much Meaning In Asking Whose Ax Is Bloodier. Evil, On Evil, Piled On Evil. Was There Any Justification In Our 'police Action' In Space? How Can We Know? Certainly There Was No Justification For What They Did - Or Was There? We Only Know What That Thing Says, And That Thing Is A Captive. The Asian Radio Has To Say What Will Least Displease It's Government; Ours Has To Say What Will Least Displease Our Fine Patriotic Opinionated Rabble, Which Is What, Coincidentally, The Government Wants It To Say Anyhow, So Where's The Difference?