Such Is The Vastness Of His Genius

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl Said Plaintively, "see The Last Who Comes. You Send Me To My Death." "i Know," Quick Ben Whispered. "flee, Then. I Will Hold Them Enough To Ensure Your Escape No More." Quick Ben Sank Down Past The Roof. Before He Passed From Sight Pearl Spoke Again. "ben Adaephon Delat, Do You Pity Me?" "yes" He Replied Softly, Then Pivoted And Dropped Down Into Darkness.

The Future Can Ever Promise But One Thing And One Thing Only: Surprises.

And Over It All, The Butterflies Swarmed, Like A Million Yellow-pettalled Flowers Dancing On Swirling Winds.

We Are All Lone Souls. It Pays To Know Humility, Lest The Delusion Of Control, Of Mastery, Overwhelms. And, Indeed, We Seem A Species Prone To That Delusion, Again And Ever Again." ~fiddler, Pg. 558

Destiny Is A Lie. Destiny Is Justification For Atrocity. It Is The Means By Which Murderers Armour Themselves Against Reprimand. It Is A Word Intended To Stand In Place Of Ethics, Denying All Moral Context.