Part 1
Hoping that a memory from “days gone-by” can show you the way out of any unwanted moment -- and into a safer time to come -- is like finding yourself lost in a dark canyon, and following the echo of your own plaintive voice -- mistaking it to belong to someone who’s come to rescue you.
Part 2
Violence, and all the forms of hatred that give rise to it (is) a misbegotten creation of a mounting, inescapable frustration... itself born of the useless reiteration, and identification with conditioned memory.

