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As much as I hate war, I fear the day when machines take the place of men. At least now a man can still get along on his talents.”
The native allies in the war had called it the way of Zen, the journey to arrive at the pure and frozen moment, achieved only after long arduous
he sorted through words in his mind and finally decided on “good.” He had never felt so good.
“I have a right! I started this!”
He was the wrong man to be shoved, oh yes he was, and now he was dying and nobody wanted to die, and all that he was thinking about principles was a lot of crap to justify it.
