The Border is the scar of history.

A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.

The Border is strategically important — When the lips are gone the teeth are cold.

A Border is established so there is something to fight about.

Complexity must be compensated with simplicity.

Complexity is the mother of reinvention

Complexity is that out of which simplicities emerge.

Complexity is often a device for claiming sophistication, or for evading simple truths.

Danger is never without the possibility of a turn in which our forgetfulness of being could suddenly veer toward the truth of being.

The Danger is self-concealing. It leads to distress, and those moments when we seem to be without any distress may in fact be the most serious form of distress of all.

Danger is the nettle out of which we pluck the flower of safety.

Danger is necessary to glory — we triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.