The Future Can Ever Promise But One

Name None Of The Fallen, For They Stand In Our Place, And Stand There Still In Each Moment Of Our Lives. Let My Death Hold No Glory, And Let Me Die Forgotten And Unknown. Let It Not Be Said That I Was One Among The Dead To Accuse The Living.

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

"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."

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?

A Civilization Can Easily Drown In What It Knows As In What Doesn't Know. Consider,' He Continued, Gotho's Folly. Gotho's Curse Was In Being Too Aware - Of Everything. Every Permutation, Every Potential. Enough To Poison Every Scan He Cast On The World. It Availed Him Naught, And Worse, He Was Aware Of Even That.