A place where nothing gets done. An abode of nil, naught, and nothing. A complete waste of your time. Just to begin with. . . .
Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.
Just to go on with. Even were I to return to my kindred for reasons of affection, yet we should all be divided in the end by death. The meeting and parting of living things is as when clouds having come together drift apart again, or as when leaves are parted from the trees. There is nothing that we may call our own in a union that is but a dream. Buddha Walk in the rain.