I Know It's Hard For You To

Real Life Is Not Quite As It Is In Stories. In The Old Tales, Bad Things Happen, And When The Tale Has Unfolded And Come To Its Triumphant Conclusion, It Is As If The Bad Things Had Never Been. Life Is Not As Simple As That, Not Quite.

There Was So Much Of Beauty Here: The Neat, Small Tracks Of A Foraging Creature, Stoat Or Marten; The Inticate Tracery Of A Skeleton Leaf, Still Clinging Vainly To Its Parent Tree As, Little By Little, Time Stripped It Of Its Substance, Leaving Only The Delicate Remembrance Of What It Had Been.

If A Man Has To Say Trust Me, Gogu Conveyed, It's A Sure Sign You Cannot. Trust Him, That Is. Trust Is A Thing You Know Without Words.

You Don't Like It That I Am The One You Need To Keep The Wolf From The Door; That Comes As No Surprise. But I Am The One You Have. At Some Point We'll Both Have To Risk Telling The Truth.

But There Is One Thing You Must Remember, If You Forget All Else. There Is No Good Or Evil, Save In The Way You See The World. There Is No Dark Or Light Save In Your Own Vision. All Changes In The Blink Of An Eyelid; Yet All Remains The Same.