Somewhere, always, a child is being beaten. — J. M. Coetzee

How can I accept that disaster has overtaken my life when the world continues to move so tranquilly through its cycles?

Truly, man was not made to live alone!

The new men of Empire are the ones who believe in fresh starts, new chapters, clean pages; I struggle on with the old story, hoping that before it is finished it will reveal to me why it was that I thought it worth the trouble.