There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes

A Price Is Something You Get. A Cost Is Something You Lose.

When The Souls Rise Up In Glory, Yours Shall Not Be Shunned Nor Sunderered, But Shall Be The Prize Of The Gods' Gardens. Even Your Darkness Shall Be Treasured Then, And All Your Pain Made Holy.

The Dead Cannot Cry Out For Justice. It Is A Duty Of The Living To Do So For Them.

Reputation Is What Other People Know About You. Honor Is What You Know About Yourself.

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.