Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm.<p>War grows from their peace. - Bertolt Brecht

If we could learn to look instead of gawking,
We'd see the horror in the heart of farce,
If only we could act instead of talking,
We wouldn't always end up on our arse.
This was the thing that nearly had us mastered;
Don't yet rejoice in his defeat, you men!
Although the world stood up and stopped the bastard,
The bitch that bore him is in heat again.

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

This is the year which people will talk about
This is the year which people will be silent about.<p>The old see the young die.
The foolish see the wise die.<p>The earth no longer produces, it devours.
The sky hurls down no rain, only iron.