I Loved The World Of Imagination.

In The Past, Tsr And Now Wizards Of The Coast Have Asked Me To Do Game Stats For My Characters, And I'm Never Comfortable Doing That. It's All Relative After All.

How Many People Long For That "past, Simpler, And Better World," I Wonder, Without Ever Recognizing The Truth That Perhaps It Was They Who Were Simpler And Better, And Not The World About Them?

There Is A Place Within Each Of Us Where We Cannot Hide From The Truth, Where Virtue Sits As Judge. To Admit The Truth Of Our Actions Is To Go Before That Court, Where Process Is Irrelevant. Good And Evil Are Intents, And Intent Is Without Excuse.

Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.

It Is Better, I Think, To Grab At The Stars Than To Sit Flustered Because You Know You Cannot Reach Them... At Least He Who Reaches Will Get A Good Stretch, A Good View, And Perhaps Even A Low-hanging Apple For His Efforts.