I was once a conquistador, a Cortés with an unquenchable thirst for new lands to explore, plunder, and exploit for Aztec gold. Consumed by wonder and unbridled optimism I thought the best about any and all potential sexual prospects.
60. On Having No Head: Zen and the Rediscovery of the Obvious, Douglas Harding, 1961
Because underneath it all, despite what the government and even the nation would have us believe: We are all the same.