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But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

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.

Loss Of Empathy Might Well Be The Most Enduring And Deep-cutting Scar Of All, The Silent Blade Of An Unseen Emey, Tearing At Our Hearts And Stealing More Than Our Strength- Drizzt Do'urden

Drizzt Do'urden Had Followed A Line Of Precepts Based Upon Discipline And Ultimate Optimism. He Fought For A Better World Because He Believed That A Better World Could And Would Be Made. He Had Never Held Any Illusions That He Would Change The World, Of Course, Or Even A Substantial Portion Of It, But He Always Held Strongly That Fighting To Better Just His Own Little Pocket Of The World Was A Worthwhile Cause.

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?