Detachment Is A Flaw, Not A Virtue-don’t

Fear Bespeaks Of Wisdom. Recognition Of Responsibility.

Betrayal Was The Greatest Of All Crimes, For It Took All That Was Human Within A Person And Made It A Thing Of Pain. In The Face Of That, Murder Itself Was Surcease: It Was Quick, And It Ended The Anguish And Despair Of A Life Without Hope.

"tell Me, Tool, What Dominates Your Thoughts?" The Imass Shrugged Before Replying. "i Think Of Futility, Adjunct." "do All Imass Think About Futility?" "no. Few Think At All." "why Is That?" The Imass Leaned His Head To One Side And Regarded Her. "because, Adjunct, It Is Futile."

Ah, Meese Has Brought Us Her Finest Goblets! A Moment, Whilst Kruppe Sweeps Out Cobwebs, Insect Husks And Other Assorted Proofs Of Said Goblets' Treasured Value.

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder