What Is Good For You

I Dream Dark Dreams. I Dream Of A Figure Moving Through The Forest, Of Children Flying From His Path, Of Young Women Crying At His Coming. I Dream Of Snow And Ice, Of Bare Branches And Moon-cast Shadows. I Dream Of Dancers Floating In The Air, Stepping Lightly Even In Death, And My Own Pain Is But A Faint Echo Of Their Suffering As I Run. My Blood Is Black On The Snow, And The Edges Of The World Are Silvered With Moonlight. I Run Into The Darkness, And He Is Waiting. I Dream In Black And White, And I Dream Of Him. I Dream Of Caleb, Who Does Not Exist, And I Am Afraid.

And David Saw Himself Reflected In The Woodsman's Eyes, And There He Was No Longer Old But A Young Man, For A Man Is Always His Father's Child No Matter How Old He Is Or How Long They Have Been Apart.

This Life Is Filled With Threats And Danger, David. We Face Those That We Have To Face, And There Will Be Times When We Must Make The Choice To Act For The Greater Good, Even At Risk To Ourselves, But We Do Not Lay Down Our Lives Needlessly. Each Of Us Has Only One Life To Live, And One Life To Give. There Is No Glory In Throwing It Away Where There Is No Hope.

I Don't Think," He Said, "that A Vicar Is Supposed To Beat A Bishop To Death, Or Even Back To Death." Mr. Berkeley Looked Down Upon The Remains Of Bishop Bernard. "if Anyone Asks, We'll Say He Fell Over," He Said. "lots Of Times.

...it Was Imaginative People Who Tended To Lie. Lying Required Making Stuff Up, And Only Imaginative People Were Good At That.