The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be allowed to age and die in the same prison is mocked by nature, which proceeds by ceaseless mutation and transformation.

The animal that wins in the struggle for existence is the one that is most successfully adapted to its environment, and yet the environment is always changing. The only permanence is the permanence of change.

The demand for continuity is the death of the soul, which thrives on change. And what is true of the soul is true of the society which the soul has made in its image.

The best way to think about the future is not by extrapolating the past, but by understanding what's actually changing and what isn't.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the necessity of action.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the terrors of a too-little-explored future.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of further inertia and the anguish of action.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the irksomeness of action.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of further inertia and the irksomeness of action.

jefftweedy

Twilight Overtime

It's a fight against nature, probably, to turn your back on something that sustained you for so long.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the necessity, or duty, of further evolution.