cogito ergo sum, ergo cogito

In brave greece soldier lovers were not visually handicapped, but a grey fog arose 'cause christianity used the guilt nietzche showed, to vest power from a disintegrating empire. Is this a trifle or current relevance still obscured by don’t ask, Don’t tell . Will become redundant, sowed only when trace images fade, the ones Schopenhauer thought Nietzche—the Vanity—OF existence no less. This eternal recurring theme, so exhausted by old warriors, pains young soldiers more, and as it is on the threshold on being released from an anathema of silence counterpoints THE GREATEST FEAR of the battlefield, which old soldiers realize now only in their lonely fight with their demons, which are as in Dorian Grey, are gathering dust in long forgotten attics of Walt Whitman minds, growing angry but not mad like Howl of past beat Ginsburg, or as Old Bull Burroughs best expressed it, Young boys need it special?