Our ‘nations’ have become monstrous lies, and with their ‘priorities’ I share little, for what is said is never what is meant, and what is done is largely atrocity — dressed in the scintillating mimicry of virtue.

To Virtue, however, I cleave. To nature, mothers and fathers of every being, to the skies, the sun, the moon. To the Earth and her children. And our children. Their priorities I find consonance with. Their eyes are my eyes, and their true hearts my heart.