Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

A Story Invites Both Writer And Reader Into A Kind Of Superficial Ease: We Want To Slide Along, Pleasingly Entertained, Lost In The Fictional Dream.

Do Mortal Fools Still Measure The Increments Leading To Their Deaths, Wagering Pleasures Against Costs, Persisting In The Delusion That Deeds Have Value, That The World And All The Gods Sit In Judgment Over Every Decision Made Or Not Made?

For We Are All Bound In Stories, And As The Years Pile Up They Turn To Stone, Layer Upon Layer, Building Our Lives.

"every Decision You Make Can Change The World. The Best Life Is The One The Gods Don't Notice. You Want To Live Free, Boy, Live Quietly." "i Want To Be A Soldier. A Hero." "you'll Grow Out Of It."

I Have To Feel What I'm Writing, Right Down To The Core.