The neural Revolutionist is not interested in “solving problems.”
(You might oughta think about this.)
If you have to apologize for the truth, you either
(A): apologize too much, or
B): have a funny last name.
Once foes and fears are fully recognized, opposing forces can salute and smile as they pass ranks. (The genetic collusion inherent in Life’s expansion caters the camaraderie in the locker rooms of the National Wrestling Alliance.)
All thoughts are ultimately fungible. (But it is still good for the Revolutionist to make his own as biodegradable as possible.)
You can civilize — even housebreak– almost anything
(except a man who can think).