But You Know Who You Are When

It's The Centuries, Scarlett Darling. All The Life Lived There, All The Joy And All The Sorrow, All The Feasts And Battles, They're In The Air Around And The Land Beneath You. It's Time, Years Beyond Our Counting Weighing Without Weight On The Earth. You Cannot See It Or Smell It Or Hear It Or Touch It, But You Feel It Brushing Your Skin And Speaking Without Sound. Time. And Mystery.

You Belong With Me, Scarlett, Haven't You Figured That Out? And The World Is Where We Belong, All Of It. We're Not Home-and-hearth People. We're The Adventurers, The Buccaneers, The Blockade Runners. Without Challenge, We're Only Half Alive. We Can Go Anywhere, And As Long As We're Together, It Will Belong To Us. But, My Pet, We'll Never Belong To It. That's For Other People, Not For Us.

One Of The Injustices Of The World Was That It Was So Easy To Make The Innocent And Caring Ones Happy With So Little.

But You Know Who You Are When You're On Your Own Out There In All That Emptiness. There's No Past, No Holding On To The Scraps That Are All You've Got Left. Everything Is That Minute, Or Maybe Tomorrow, Not Yesterday.

To Anyone With A Drop Of Irish Blood In Them The Land They Live On Is Like Their Mother. It's The Only Thing That Lasts, That's Worth Working For, For Fighting For