Dance With Her, And She Will Forgive

As The Wheel Of Time Turns, Places Wear Many Names. Men Wear Many Names, Many Faces. Different Faces, But Always The Same Man. Yet No One Knows The Great Pattern The Wheel Weaves, Or Even The Pattern Of An Age. We Can Only Watch, And Study, And Hope.

Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other To Save. Which Had He Lost?

But It Was An Ending.

Love Is An Odd Thing. As Odd A Thing As There Is.

I Doubt You Can Understand The Magnitude Of The Stupidity In Your Statement