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We Are All Dying, Every Moment That Passes Of Every Day. That Is The Inescapable Truth Of This Existence. It Is A Truth That Can Paralyze Us With Fear, Or One That Can Energize Us With Impatience, With The Desire To Explore And Experience, With The Hope- Nay, The Iron-will!- To Find A Memory In Every Action. To Be Alive, Under Sunshine, Or Starlight, In Weather Fair Or Stormy. To Dance With Every Step, Be They Through Gardens Of Flowers Or Through Deep Snows.

Truth, Though, Is Nothing In The Face Of Self-falsehood, And Principles Are Of No Value If The Idealist Cannot Live Up To His Own Standards.

Is Yours An Honest Lament? ... Most Are Not, You Know. Most Self-imposed Burdens Are Founded On Misperceptions. We - At Least We Of Sincere Character - Always Judge Ourselves By Stricter Standards Than We Expect Others To Abide By. It Is A Curse, I Suppose, Or A Blessing, Depending On How One Views It... Take It As A Blessing, My Friend, An Inner Calling That Forces You To Strive To Unattainable Heights.

Also, There Are Authors And Publicists Using The Internet To Manipulate Opinion, Both Positively For A Work And Negatively Against The Competition. I Don't Do This And Can't Stomach It, Honestly.

I Do Not Know Why I Care," Drizzt Answered Honestly. His Eyes Turned Back To His Ancient Homeland, Where Loyalty Was Merely A Device To Gain An Advantage Over A Common Foe. "perhaps I Care Because I Strive To Be Different From My People," He Said, As Much To Himself As To Bruenor. "perhaps I Care Because I Am Different From My People. I May Be More Akin To Race Of The Surface...that Is My Hope At Least. I Care Because I Have To Care About Something.