Praetorian124

We've forgotten who we are. As men make their own history, still they know we are chained and bound by all the past traditions of dead generations. So let's raise this bitter glass to us never getting through. When I look into your eyes, I can see you see it too. For I know that you believe in truth. I try to channel Hughes. Though you doubt me inconsequentially, it gives me more to prove. Was there some hidden grin within your face when we met last winter? Our past still looms over us as we pretend to be friends. We exist through history. Inquiry and knowledge acquired by investigation. You're like some po