In Accepting The Gift You

In Accepting The Gift You Honor The Giver

We Need Metaphors Of Magic And Monsters In Order To Understand The Human Condition.

Futility Is The Defining Characteristic Of Life.

Any Belief That Puts Itself Beyond Doubt Nurtures Its Own Collapse.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.