With gleaming sword and starched shirt, we proceed onwards. Always refresh your will, that you are always at the peak of your honor and civility no matter how disappointing life is. For a man chained by the baby boomers, only the millennials or younger can succor him. You occupation is your seat of command, what orders were once given to you you now have the responsibility to give to others. Be tough, and judge by mistakes, knowing that only in their wake does a chance for recovery lie. You are younger than me, but you can still kill me, for virtue is the only differentiator between the young and the old. Sweet health, you fail me, for the old do not judge by intention, But by docility. We can’t read or even think much in English yet, meaning that our theories can only really be thought of laterally now, but pray, be patient, for Arabic is it’s foster father, filling the voids of impossibility with purpose. Wisdom, your pithiness only increases with age, for the words we once mentioned to ourselves to encourage us to put a glass of water to our lips will now carry islands to the edges of the unknown, creating dreams within dreams.