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What We Leave Behind In This Life Is The Memory Of Who We Were And What We Did. An Imprint, No More.

The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

Do You Believe You Can Change Your Destiny?' He (sajhë) Said, Seeking An Answer. Alice Found Herself Nodding. 'otherwise, What's The Point? If We Are Simply Walking A Path Preordained, Then All The Experiences That Make Us Who We Are - Love, Grief, Joy, Learning, Changing - Would Count For Nothing.

There Comes Always A Moment When The Desire To Act, However Ill The Cause, Is Stronger Than The Wish To Listen.

There Is No Pattern The Human Mind Can Devise That Does Not Exist Already Within The Bounds Of Nature...everything We Do, See, Write, Notate, All Are An Echo Of The Deep Seams Of The Universe. Music Is The Invisible World Made Visible Through Sound.