I Loved To Read And To Write,

The Gods Of The Realms Are Many And Varied -- Or They Are The Many And Varied Names And Identities Tagged Onto The Same Being. I Know Not -- And Care Not -- Which.

There Is A Wide World Out There, Full Of Pain, But Filled With Joy As Well. The Former Keeps You On The Path Of Growth And The Latter Makes The Journey Tolerable.

These Were The Companions Who Justified My Principles, Who Gave Me The Strength To Continue Against Any Foe, Real Or Imagined. These Were The Companions Who Fought The Helplessness, The Rage, And Frustration. These Were The Friends Who Gave Me My Life.

The Physical Powers Of The Body Cannot Be Separated From The Rationale Of The Mind And The Emotions Of The Heart. They Are One And The Same, A Compilation Of A Singular Being. It Is In The Harmony Of These Three-body, Mind, And Heart- That We Find Spirit. ... Spirit. In Every Language In All The Realms, Surface And Underdark, In Every Time And Every Place, The Word Has A Ring Of Strength And Determination. It Is The Hero's Strength, The Mother's Resilience, And The Poor Man's Armor. It Cannot Be Broken, And It Cannot Be Taken Away.

Hindsight, I Think, Is A Useless Tool. We, Each Of Us, Are At A Place In Our Lives Because Of Innumerable Circumstances, And We, Each Of Us, Have A Responsibility (if We Do Not Like Where We Are) To Move Along Life's Road, To Find A Better Path If This One Does Not Suit, Or To Walk Happily Along This One If It Is Indeed Our Life's Way. Changing Even The Bad Things That Have Gone Before Would Fundamentally Change Who We Are, And Whether Or Not That Would Be A Good Thing, I Believe, It Is Impossible To Predict. So I Take My Past Experiences... And Try To Regret Nothing. -drizzt Do'urden