O Divine Poesy goddess daughter of Zeus sustain for me this song of the various-minded man who after he had plundered the innermost citadel of hallowed Troy was made to stay grievously about the coasts of men the sport of their customs good and bad while his heart through all the sea-faring ached with an agony to redeem himself and bring his company safe home. Vain hope for them. The fools Their own witlessness cast them aside. To destroy for meat the oxen of the most exalted Sun wherefore the Sun-god blotted out the day of their return. Make this tale live for us in all its many bearings O Muse. from Homers Odyssey translation by T.E. Lawrence Lawrence of Arabia

When deliberating think in campaigns and not battles in wars and notcampaigns in ultimate conquest and not wars.