I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I

The Gods' Most Savage Curses Come Upon Us As Answers To Our Own Prayers. Prayer Is A Dangerous Business.

You Don't Pay Back Your Parents. You Can't. The Debt You Owe Them Gets Collected By Your Children, Who Hand It Down In Turn. It's A Sort Of Entailment. Or If You Don't Have Children Of The Body, It's Left As A Debt To Your Common Humanity. Or To Your God, If You Possess Or Are Possessed By One. The Family Economy Evades Calculation In The Gross Planetary Product. It's The Only Deal I Know Where, When You Give More Than You Get, You Aren't Bankrupted - But Rather, Vastly Enriched.

[koudelka] Looked Back, "you?! I Know You! You Trust Beyond Reason!" [cordelia] Met His Eyes Steadily, "yes, It's How I Get Results Beyond Hope, As You May Recall.

I'm Not Getting It All Sorted, She Worried. I'm Not Getting It Right. You Are Brilliant, The Voice Reassured Her. It Is Imperfect. So Are All Things Trapped In Time. You Are Brilliant, Nonetheless. How Fortunate For Us That We Thirst For Glorious Souls Rather Than Faultless Ones, Or We Should Be Parched Indeed, And Most Lonely In Our Perfect Righteousness. Carry On Imperfectly, Shining Ista.

Guard Your Honor. Let Your Reputation Fall Where It Will. And Outlive The Bastards.