Value of War

"It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield".

                                     - William Butler Yeats

ILLu$Tri0uS F00L$

Game Theory:

"Trying to fool markets is a dangerous strategy".

CL@Y gOD$

I find myself unidentified, marginalized, terrified by the rhetoric of the talkin' heads. "Who will make it in America"? Not Americans. Foreign to the world around me, I pray to clay gods, ornaments of my wishes, figments of my imagination. Eyelids clinched tight, in a blink, my life is transformed; eyes open, pupils dilated, I reckon I will make it in America. A man ravaged by savage men, eager for gain. The spirit of the earth fills my coffers with a voice to speak, ears to listen, and a heart to feel. Tools of the trade, I scribe onto the hearts of other men radio-waves of universal enlightenment, only to give them the chance to face life for what it is. 

$UPPLICATI0N

Pray to the gods for our feeble bodies, for we were created;

---

Endowed with folly, in err we strain to appease, thinking that our deeds bring the gods pleasure? 

---

From dust we came and to dust we shall return, like a blind man stumbling with no cane, so we stumble thinking our minds can ever satiate the most holy?

---

Yet, it is not I, who is to blame, nor you, nor him;

naked we came out of the womb, impression less, reared from pain, unequal except in our species. Happy must the gods be at their creation.