Beware The Engineers Of Society, I Say,

There Is No Pain Greater Than This; Not The Cut Of A Jagged-edged Dagger Nor The Fire Of A Dragon's Breath. Nothing Burns In Your Heart Like The Emptiness Of Losing Something, Someone, Before You Truly Have Learned Of Its Value.

Because In Fantasy Perhaps More Than In Any Other Genre, The Character Is Rewarded For Making The Right Choices And Punished For Making The Bad. Ask Boromir.

Farewell Is Said By The Living, In Life, Every Day. It Is Said With Love And Friendship, With The Affirmation That The Memories Are Lasting If The Flesh Is Not.

Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.

Drizzt Had Always Suspected It, But Now It Was Confirmed, That "welcome" Was His Favortie Word In The Common Tongue, And A Word, He Understood With No Equivalent In The Language Of The Drow.