Constantly at war. Each has their own strategy for victory. Violence, diplomacy, cunning. None fully gain the upper hand, none truly succeeds.
They fight for our most coveted possession, for the only thing that really matters to us. Though they battle for what is ours, we can only watch. A spectator in a fight for our soul.
Their strategies, their victories, their defeats, their efforts are my self-expression.
The war has been raging my entire life.
It will rage longer still.
A Toast: To the Beast, the Angel, and the Madman