Someone once told me, time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, We're gonna do over and over again. In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill...and you are reborn but into the same life that you've always been born into...you can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You're trapped...like a nightmare you keep waking up into.
Standing on a cooled cinder, we see the slow fading of the suns, and we try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds.
Violence is the supreme authority from which all other authorities are derived.
We must meet this threat with our courage, our valor, indeed with our very lives to ensure that human civilization, not insectoid, dominates this galaxy NOW AND ALWAYS.