Life is Selection, that grand Summons to a side when the inevitable contest starts.
Immaterial is the grandiosity of Side;
Immaterial the void, Valor; or the Position, graced or -less.
Those options don’t hearken to the honors of your heart?
All the beastliness of our predicament has rent your soul of judgment.
Is this void, life, not void of Honor?
Burn the candle of your Honor until it’s out and see all the light its left for others.
What is it that’s burnt?
Your heart’s model of Position. Only Honor gives authority Authority.
Be for Life! as Life stops not at Death’s convincing.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas.
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