Despair And Bitterness Are Not The Only

Where Do You Get Dreams Like This?

There Is No Life Which Does Not Possess Its Own Importance, No Life Which May Not Be Touched By Greatness At Any Time -- Yes, Be Touched By Greatness And Have A Hand In It. (from The Mirror Of Her Dreams)

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

We Didn't Make The World. All We Have To Do Is Live In It.