A World Without Dragons Is A World

We Are All Dying, Every Moment That Passes Of Every Day. That Is The Inescapable Truth Of This Existence. It Is A Truth That Can Paralyze Us With Fear, Or One That Can Energize Us With Impatience, With The Desire To Explore And Experience, With The Hope- Nay, The Iron-will!- To Find A Memory In Every Action. To Be Alive, Under Sunshine, Or Starlight, In Weather Fair Or Stormy. To Dance With Every Step, Be They Through Gardens Of Flowers Or Through Deep Snows.

Because Everything Of Value That We Will Know In This Life Comes From Our Relationships With Those Around Us. Because There Is Nothing Material That Measures Against The Intangibles Of Love And Friendship.

It Is Better, I Think, To Grab At The Stars Than To Sit Flustered Because You Know You Cannot Reach Them.

Also, There Are Authors And Publicists Using The Internet To Manipulate Opinion, Both Positively For A Work And Negatively Against The Competition. I Don't Do This And Can't Stomach It, Honestly.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.