The Heart Cherishes Secrets Not Worth The

Joy Is In The Ears That Hear.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

Futility Is The Defining Characteristic Of Life.

This You Have To Understand. There's Only One Way To Hurt A Man Who's Lost Everything. Give Him Back Something Broken.

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.