We traveled far in this life, but never seemed to get anywhere. We have gone through countries that have no markings on our maps, and seen strange places that would befuddle the man of reason, yet you and I, still fighting, always contending, have not changed. Our battles have taken many shapes, first there were clubs then swords then guns. Always the same spirit between us, always hateful.
I wonder what madness that is, that you and I exist only in that we hate each other; that is our soul, and we have one soul between us. We are one.
Tale Told 