Will we descend and live like animals? Be placid and self-contained, with a will that is a dimming light rather than fire, whose haven is not truth but power, whose lost truth was guided by reason and compassion. Love cannot exist well in captivity, as beauty turns to rubble, and the pungent smoke of lust and greed blots the sun out. We must not allow the evil of power to steal what wisdom has begun. We stand naked with this truth, weeping and asking ourselves how we can be like this. We wave our white flag, cringing as we duck our heads beneath the shrapnel.

I cannot teach you how to soar, but I can show you how to live.

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the genuine tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light – Plato