I Wasn't A Child At

What You See Is From Outside Yourself, And May Come, Or Not, But Is Beyond Your Control. But Your Fear Is Yours, And Yours Alone, Like Your Voice, Or Your Fingers, Or Your Memory, And Therefore Yours To Control. If You Feel Powerless Over Your Fear, You Have Not Yet Admitted That It Is Yours, To Do With As You Will.

If You Would Have The Message Of The Gods To Direct Your Life, Look For That Which Repeats ... It Comes Again And Again Until You Have Made It Part Of Your Soul And Your Enduring Spirit.

I Am Dedicated To The Belief That It Is God's Will That All Men Should Strive For Wisdom In Themselves, Not Look To It From Some Other. Babes, Perhaps, Must Have Their Food Chewed For Them By A Nurse, But Men May Drink And Eat Of Wisdom For Themselves.

I Should Know, For I Am Morgaine Le Fay, Priestess Of The Isle Of Avalon, Where The Ancient Religion Of The Mother Goddess Is Born.

Rome Was Mud And Smoky Skies; The Rank Smell Of The Tiber And The Exotically Spiced Cooking Fires Of A Hundred Different Nationalities. Rome Was White Marble And Gilding And Heady Perfumes; The Blare Of Trumpets And The Shrieking Of Market-women And The Eternal, Sub-aural Hum Of More People, Speaking More Languages Than Gaius Had Ever Imagined Existed, Crammed Together On Seven Hills Whose Contours Had Long Ago Disappeared Beneath This Encrustation If Humanity. Rome Was The Pulsing Heart Of The World.