Sparks: Trump sends Saudi civil nuclear agreement to Congress for review
My education never hinted that the old gods of the desert would eventually seek to harness the dynamo, trading the stability of an ancient creed for the terrifying acceleration of the atom.
If the security of a nation is made to rest upon the distribution of a power that can destroy it, then the peace we purchase today is but a mortgage on the ruin of tomorrow.
How long shall the executive treat the most lethal secrets of the Republic as mere bargaining chips in a private ledger, bypassing the Senate's scrutiny until the pact is already sealed in shadow?
Men travel a thousand miles to split the sun’s own fire for their lamps, yet they remain in total darkness regarding the simple cost of their own safety.
Fear not the invisible particles themselves, for they follow the laws of matter; fear instead the superstitious belief that a signature on parchment can bind the swerve of atoms once they are unleashed.
Does the statesman believe that the knowledge of how to build a fire is the same as the wisdom required to know whom to trust with the torch?
The same document that speaks of civil cooperation and enlightenment is written in the ink of an absolute power that denies its own people the very liberty such energy is meant to serve.
Underneath the silk robes and the tailored suits, the primitive struggle for heat and force continues, with the masters of the world bartering for a white-hot fire they can neither feel nor contain.
The creator offers the spark of life to a distant neighbor, yet refuses to consider what thirst for vengeance the creature may harbor once it realizes it was born only to serve a political convenience.
Observe the phrase 'classified pact' - the ultimate triumph of a prose that manages to announce a world-altering explosion while simultaneously insisting that no one is allowed to hear the noise.
Having navigated the dusty tracks of the Nejd on a weary mule, I find the prospect of these shifting sands hosting the sterile precision of a reactor more jarring than any mountain pass.
We are told this alliance was designed for peace, yet it resembles nothing so much as a new variety of pressure, forcing a sudden adaptation in a landscape where only the most lethal survive.
It is surely a masterpiece of modern reason to ensure a lasting peace by providing one’s neighbors with the exact instruments necessary to blow the entire neighborhood to the heavens.
Exchanging nuclear secrets for a polite social introduction is rather like inviting a tiger to a garden party on the condition that it promises not to look at the guests with hunger.
They are building a new road with a dangerous light, but I have learned that no matter how bright the fire, a man is still lost if he doesn't know which star he's following.
Across all the lands of the faithful I have traversed, from the courts of Delhi to the markets of Fez, I have never seen a sultan seek a flame that requires the permission of a foreigner to burn.