It Is One Thing To Lead By

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.

Detachment Is A Flaw, Not A Virtue-don’t You Realize That?

Ah, Fist, It’s The Curse Of History That Those Who Should Read Them, Never Do.

Survivors Do Not Mourn Together. They Each Mourn Alone, Even When In The Same Place. Grief Is The Most Solitary Of All Feelings. Grief Isolates, And Every Ritual, Every Gesture, Every Embrace, Is A Hopeless Effort To Break Through That Isolation. None Of It Works. The Forms Crumble And Dissolve. To Face Death Is To Stand Alone.

Death Cannot Be Struggled Against, Brother. It Ever Arrives, Defiant Of Every Hiding Place, Of Every Frantic Attempt To Escape. Death Is Every Mortal's Shadow, His True Shadow, And Time Is Its Servant, Spinning That Shadow Slowly Round, Until What Stretched Behind One Now Stretches Before Him.