We Are Not Born To Survive. Only

The Story Of Each Stone Leads Back To A Mountain.

After An Age Of Leaves And Feathers Someone Dead Thought Of The Mountain As Money And Cut The Trees That Were Here And The Wind And The Rain At Night. It Is Hard To Say It.

If There'd Been A Better-balanced Society, Where There Were Other Ways Of Making A Decent Living, I Think It Might Have Been Different. That's Not The Way This Setup Work.

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.

What You Remember Saves You.