Genre Categories Are Irrelevant. I

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.

Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All. There Is No Such Total Element, Not Even Pain. Who Has Ever Loved, Knows This. I Need Not Say More.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.

The Dictate Of The Light Says: Know Yourself And What You Are. The Dark Replies, By All Means, But Then Become Afraid.

Tales Of Heroes End In Bliss.