Shattered

For David Mayer, Ruth Wasserman, and Philip Wasserman, whom I never knew, but suspect I would have liked.

I see… a new and commanding breed rising up, fearless and fabulous, unsparing of blood and sparing of pity, inured to suffering the worst and to inflicting it and ready to stake all to attain their ends— a race that builds machines and trusts machines, to whom machines are not soulless iron, but engines of might which it controls with cold reason and hot blood.

—Ernst Jünger, Copse 125