For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

A Companion's Words Of Persuasion Are Effective.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.