He Doesn't Know What To Make Of

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.

Humankind Is Made For Uncertainty, Struggle, Choice And Change.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.

There's No Time For Winking At The Men When You're Busy Bailing The Boat.

Thus Is Our Treaty Written; Thus Is Agreement Made. Thought Is The Arrow Of Time; Memory Never Fades. What Was Asked Is Given; The Price Is Paid.