And Over It All, The Butterflies Swarmed,

Children Are Dying." Lull Nodded. "that's A Succinct Summary Of Humankind, I'd Say. Who Needs Tomes And Volumes Of History? Children Are Dying. The Injustices Of The World Hide In Those Three Words.

A Story Invites Both Writer And Reader Into A Kind Of Superficial Ease: We Want To Slide Along, Pleasingly Entertained, Lost In The Fictional Dream.

Ah, Meese Has Brought Us Her Finest Goblets! A Moment, Whilst Kruppe Sweeps Out Cobwebs, Insect Husks And Other Assorted Proofs Of Said Goblets' Treasured Value.

The More Civilized A Nation, The More Conformed Its Population, Until That Civilization's Last Age Arrives, When Multiplicity Wages War With Conformity. The Former Grows Ever Wilder, Ever More Dysfunctional In Its Extremities; Whilst The Latter Seeks To Increase Its Measure Of Control, Until Such Efforts Acquire Diabolical Tyranny.' - Traveller

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.