The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

We Are All Lone Souls. It Pays To Know Humility, Lest The Delusion Of Control, Of Mastery, Overwhelms. And, Indeed, We Seem A Species Prone To That Delusion, Again And Ever Again." ~fiddler, Pg. 558

Can You Live Without Answers? All Of You, Ask That Of Yourself. Can You Live Without Answers? Because If You Cannot, Then Most Assuredly You Will Invent Your Own Answers And They Will Comfort You. And All Those Who Do Not Share Your View Will By Their Very Existence Strike Fear And Hatred Into Your Heart. What God Blesses This?

You Are Very Easily Exasperated, My Dear. If You're A Leaf Trembling On A Wide, Deep River, Relax And Ride The Current. It's Always Worked For Me, I Assure You.

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.