If You Can't Be Seven Feet Tall,

The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks Embedded.

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

Mia Maz Glanced Aside In Concern At His Muffled Snort. "are You All Right?" "yes. Sorry," He Whispered. "i'm Just Having An Attack Of Limericks." Her Eyes Widened, And She Bit Her Lip; Only Her Deepening Dimple Betrayed Her. "shhh," She Said, With Feeling.

All Great Human Deeds Both Consume And Transform Their Doers. Consider An Athlete, A Scientist, An Artist, Or An Entrepreneur. In Service Of Their Goals, They Lay Down Time, Energy And Many Other Choices And Pleasures; In Return, They Become Most Truly Themselves. A False Destiny May Be Spotted By The Fact That It Consumes Without Transforming, Without Giving Back The Enlarged Self.

Any Communitys Arm Of Force - Military, Police, Security - Needs People In It Who Can Do Necessary Evil, And Yet Not Be Made Evil By It. To Do Only The Necessary And No More. To Constantly Question The Assumptions, To Stop The Slide Into Atrocity.