War rages all around me. Fools bark all around me. Cowards cower and shriek hysterically. Yet all is calm within. I can do without all that is without. I am in no wise dragged into the madness all around. Wise I am. To really know me is to brush with sage. To not know me is to tumble empty streets like a tumbleweed of sagebrush.

To know or to not know. Neither are the question.