"We are nine in a hole. Nothing will get us out of here. But we have eaten, we must relieve ourselves. The first of us to feel the urge climbs out. He has been there for two days now, ten feet away, killed, with his trousers down. We crap on paper and throw it up and out. When we have no more paper, we go in our haversacks. The Battle of Verdun continues. We go in our hands. Dysentery flows between our fingers. We crap blood. We go where we lie. We are devoured by flames of thirst. We drink our own urine. If we remain on this battlefield... it is because they won't let us get away." - Jean Giono

No love between us. No truce till one or the other falls and gluts with blood.

Evil is without ‘why’ because its raison d'être is to proclaim that everything which exists has no meaning, obeys no order, pursues no aim, depends only on the power it can exercise to impose its will on the objects of its appetite.

- André Green

There's nothing to see here and nothing gazes back at me.