Even The Most Pragmatic Person

It's A Funny Thing, Character, The Way It Brands People As They Age, Rising From Within To Leave Its Scar.

I'm Good With Words, But Not The Spoken Kind; I've Often Thought What A Marvelous Thing It Would Be If I Could Only Conduct Relationships On Paper.

There Were Two Now Where They Had Been Three. David's Death Had Dismantled The Triangle, And An Enclosed Space Was Now Open. Two Points Are Unreliable; With Nothing To Anchor Them, There Is Nothing To Stop Them Drifting In Opposite Directions. If It Is String That Binds, It Will Eventually Snap And The Points Will Separate; If Elastic, They Will Continue To Part, Further And Further, Until The Strain Reaches Its Limit And They Are Pulled Back With Such Speed That They Cannot Help But Collide With Devastating Force.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?

Always Remember, With A Strong Enough Will, Even The Weak Can Wield Great Power.