The Tiger Is Humbled By Memories Of

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

The Harder The World, The Fiercer The Honour.

"tell Me, Tool, What Dominates Your Thoughts?" The Imass Shrugged Before Replying. "i Think Of Futility, Adjunct." "do All Imass Think About Futility?" "no. Few Think At All." "why Is That?" The Imass Leaned His Head To One Side And Regarded Her. "because, Adjunct, It Is Futile."

Detachment Is A Flaw, Not A Virtue-don’t You Realize That?

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.