Here the grass is singing, sigh of wind that brushes the grains... no cricket hops in this dry grass, no insect stirs. There is no life, only the dry grass singing.
Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
Madness string 331
There is only one sin, and that is theft. When you kill a man, you steal his life. You steal his wife's right to her husband, his children's right to a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. There is no act more wretched than stealing.