It May Be Far In

Other People, Including Me, Have Written Books With Main Characters Who Were Old And Rich. Or Old And Brilliant. Old Sages, Old Wizards, Old Rich People.

There Are Relatively Few Science Fiction Or Fantasy Books With The Main Character Being An Old Person.

I Always Thought My Questions Were Wrong Questions Because No One Else Asked Them. Maybe No One Thought Of Them. Maybe Darkness Got There First. Maybe I Am The First Light Touching A Gulf Of Ignorance... Maybe My Questions Matter.

A Tree Is Alive, And Thus It Is Always More Than You Can See. Roots To Leaves, Yes-those You Can, In Part, See. But It Is More-it Is The Lichens And Moss And Ferns That Grow On Its Bark, The Life Too Small To See That Lives Among Its Roots, A Community We Know Of, But Do Not Think On. It Is Every Fly And Bee And Beetle That Uses It For Shelter Or Food, Every Bird That Nests In Its Branches. Every One An Individual, And Yet Every One Part Of The Tree, And The Tree Part Of Every One.

Even If A Tamed Wolf Makes A Good Sheepdog, He Will Never Understand How The Sheep Feel....you Are Most Fortunate. For Having Been, As You Thought, A Coward, And Helpless To Fight - You Know What That Is Like. You Know What Bitterness That Feeling Breeds - You Know In Your Own Heart What Kind Of Evil It Brings. And So You Are Most Fit To Fight It Where It Occurs.