Gods Die. And When They Truly Die

When You Reach The Little House, The Place Your Journey Started, You Will Recognize It, Although It Will Seem Much Smaller Than You Remember. Walk Up The Path, And Through The Garden Gate You Never Saw Before But Once. And Then Go Home. Or Make A Home. And Rest.

There's None So Blind As Those Who Will Not Listen.

He Goes His Way. We Travel A Spiral. The Quickest Way Is Sometimes The Longest.

As Sure As Water's Wet And Days Are Long And A Friend Will Always Disappoint You In The End.

Richard Began To Understand Darkness: Darkness As Something Solid And Real, So Much More Than A Simple Absence Of Light. He Felt It Touch His Skin, Questing, Moving, Exploring: Gliding Through His Mind. It Slipped Into His Lungs, Behind His Eyes, Into His Mouth.