This was all that was written on a note a friend gave me today. i was really interested in the whole latin part. If it continues long enough, even a period of terror may be fondly remember. people believe they want justice and a wise government, but really, all they want is an assurance that tomorrow will be very much like today. Taxation, gentlemen, is much like dairy farming. The task is to get maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo. And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take on consequences. indeed, it is the freedom, upon which all others are based. Dear me, no! Pulling together is the aim of despots and tyrants. free men pull in all sorts of directions. This is the period in human history in which it is no longer viable to look to precedent to govern our actions. trying to keep the past alive will inevitably result in the wholesale destruction of society. The with America is that they have forged an eptimistic psyche in which violence and murder crystalize as viable options in a conflict. it's the reason theirs is a culture of fear. Either freedom is univeral and unlimited or it is nothing more than a mutual dream. and when even preventing a man from suiciding curtails his freedom, it is obvious. that freedom, like so much else we think of as real, exists only as a state of mind. The more i study religions, the more im covinced that man has never worshipped anything but himself. I desire to go to Hell and not to Heaven. In the former i shall enjoy the company of popes, kings and princes while in the latter are only beggars, monks, and apostles. *Latin* Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? who will guard the guards? Contra mundum against the world Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat each hour wounds, but the last one kills Carpe diem sieze the day Dies Irae Judgement Day Mundus vult decipi all the world wants to be fooled Nemo surdior est quam is qui non audiet Nobody is more deaf than he who does not hear Maior risus, acvior ensis the bigger the smile, the sharper the knife Carpe iugulum Go for the throat