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This morning I was born in a yurt at the edge of a horse plain in a land of a planet which no longer exists. Tomorrow I will be born someone else in another place. I have not yet chosen. This morning though - ahh, this life! When my eyes had learned to focus, I looked out at sunshine on trampled grass and I saw vigorous people going about the sweet activities of their lives. Where...oh where has all that vigor gone?
The lessons in astronomy and intrigue, the migrations, the disheveled flights, the leg aching and lung aching runs through so many nights on all of those cosmic specs where we have defended our transient possession. I tell you - we are a marvel and my memories leave no doubt of this!
You must remember that I have at my demand every expertise known to our history. This is the fund of energy I draw upon when I address the mentality of war. To those who dare ask why I behave the way I do, I say: with my memories, I can do nothing else. I stand here and tell you: YET IT MOVES. That which moves can exert it's force in ways no mortal power before ever dared.
I am here to dare this.
The lessons in astronomy and intrigue, the migrations, the disheveled flights, the leg aching and lung aching runs through so many nights on all of those cosmic specs where we have defended our transient possession. I tell you - we are a marvel and my memories leave no doubt of this!
You must remember that I have at my demand every expertise known to our history. This is the fund of energy I draw upon when I address the mentality of war. To those who dare ask why I behave the way I do, I say: with my memories, I can do nothing else. I stand here and tell you: YET IT MOVES. That which moves can exert it's force in ways no mortal power before ever dared.
I am here to dare this.
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