Don't Shoot the Messenger

Delivering the Good, True & Beautiful to Get Us All to Heaven

Ah, it was easy when the world was young…

…to keep one’s life free and inviolate,

From our sad lips another song is rung,

By our hands our heads are desecrate,

Wanderers in drear exile, and dispossessed

Of what should be our own, we can but feed on wild unrest.oscar wilde – Oscar Wilde