It has been a long time. I have loved and hated. I have attacked and defended. I have given and lost. Ideas are born, ideas are killed, great nations rise and fall, and yet we live on through the reach of isk. Alas, that our constant struggle against futility should be reduced to simple numbers. What then is the ultimate value of the lives we destroy in order to suit our self destructive ways? Is it enough that we live? Is there no greater meaning to our lives? Or.... is there something more?
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Sic Semper Tyrannis