I Will Not Say I Am Sorry,

By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives Measured And Marred.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

We Worship…the Powers That Speak To Our Souls, If It Seems They Do. We Do So Knowing There Is More To The World, And The Half-world, And Perhaps Worlds Beyond, Than We Can Grasp. We Always Knew That. We Can’t Even Stop Children From Dying, How Would We Presume To Understand The Truth Of Things? Behind Things? Does The Presence Of One Power Deny Another? [p. 176]

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

Men Made Wagers With Their Judgment, Their Allegiances, Their Resources.