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You Spend So Much Time Wondering Who You Are, Don't You Think? You Flounder About, Searching For Your Identity, When Most Of The Time It Is Plain As The Nose On Your Face. You Struggle With Questions Of Purpose And Need, And Forget That The Answers Are Found Mostly Inside Yourselves.

Herein Lies The Heart And Soul Of The Nations. Their Right To Be Free Men, Their Desire To Live In Peace, Their Courage To Seek Out Truth, Herein Lies The Sword Of Shannara.

What Kind Of World Permitted Such Terrible Injustice, Where Good Men Were Stripped Of Everything And Soulless Creatures Of Malice And Hatred Survived To Glory In Their Pointless Death?

We Forget That What Matters Begins With The Imagination.