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How I've missed true literature.
The serene cascade of the words so masterfully affixed, the clearly-recognisable mark of one's hand inspired by a muse, proves some to be as proficient in the ways of words as they are adroit in their life's work.
The line is thin that lies between rhetoric and cold fact. The philosopher and the warlord are not so very different in fact. But when realism stands in stark contrast to reality, the way before the thinker is clear.
The serene cascade of the words so masterfully affixed, the clearly-recognisable mark of one's hand inspired by a muse, proves some to be as proficient in the ways of words as they are adroit in their life's work.
The line is thin that lies between rhetoric and cold fact. The philosopher and the warlord are not so very different in fact. But when realism stands in stark contrast to reality, the way before the thinker is clear.