Light is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die. The living... may not hear them. Their voices... may fall upon deaf ears. But make no mistake... the dead... are not silent. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The foibles of politics and the march of time can turn friends into enemies just as easily as the wind changes. Ridiculous, isn't it? Yesterday's ally becomes today's opposition. Enemies change along with the times, the flow of the ages. So then what is an enemy? Is there such thing as an absolute timeless enemy? There is no such thing, and never has been. And the reason is that our enemies are human beings, like us. They can only be our enemies in relative terms.