Rand Al'thor Is A Mule-headed, Stone-willed Fool

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again.

Maybe There Would Be A Tinker City Someday, Too. They Would Buy Up All Of The Colored Dye, And Everyone Else In The World Would Ave To Wear Brown.' -mat

Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other To Save. Which Had He Lost?

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

The Wolf May Fight The Bear But The Rabbit Always Looses