I'm A Working-class Kid From A Blue-collar

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.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

We Are All Prisoners At One Time Or Another In Our Lives, Prisoners To Ourselves Or To The Expectations Of Those Around Us. It Is A Burden That All People Endure, That All People Despise, And That Few People Ever Learn To Escape.

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

Everyone Dies. It Is How One Lives That Matters.