Naive keeps on dreaming of heaven on earth, ignoring the truth that even heavens are at war.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautPrice of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautAt time of peace, we should love one another. At war, we should set our minds as the hunters.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautI want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Teaching My Mother How to Give BirthThey would never forget the war. The world wouldn’t let them, and neither would history.
Playing with Matches