Brother to Dragons

Fine words and an insinuating appearance are seldom associated with true virtue.

Sometimes I think about dying. And then I wonder about going to hell. And then I think that if and when I go there, the place will be completely organized and run by lost souls, with a council and a works committee and an ethics panel, and I’ll feel right at home.

Who should run the world? There’s no easy answer, no magic solution. There never is, to a really hard question.