First In , Last Out. Motto Of

The Future Can Ever Promise But One Thing And One Thing Only: Surprises.

The More Civilized A Nation, The More Conformed Its Population, Until That Civilization's Last Age Arrives, When Multiplicity Wages War With Conformity. The Former Grows Ever Wilder, Ever More Dysfunctional In Its Extremities; Whilst The Latter Seeks To Increase Its Measure Of Control, Until Such Efforts Acquire Diabolical Tyranny.' - Traveller

Do Mortal Fools Still Measure The Increments Leading To Their Deaths, Wagering Pleasures Against Costs, Persisting In The Delusion That Deeds Have Value, That The World And All The Gods Sit In Judgment Over Every Decision Made Or Not Made?

The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

You Must Dismantle Your Sources, Lest You Do Nothing But Ape The Prejudices Of Others