When but a child certain skies sharpened my vision. The sunset, the clouds, the impossible language of life cast its pale reflection upon me
Now, when I am guided by the eternal inflection of moments and infinite possibilities,
I meet on occasion with the most sublime of honors: the respect and affection of prodigious children.
...and I dream of War, righteous and powerful, War with its hidden logic, War with its spell as simple as a musical phrase.
- War