The Fey Wonders Of The World Only

When You're Touched By Magic, Nothing's Ever Quite The Same Again. What Really Makes Me Sad Is All Those People Who Never Have The Chance To Know That Touch. They're Too Busy, Or They Just Don't Hold With Make-believe, So They Shut The Door Without Really Knowing It Was There To Be Opened In The First Place.

Inside Us Lies Every Possibility That Is Available To A Sentient Being. Every Darkness, Every Light. It Is The Choices We Make That Decide Who Or What We Will Be.

She Knew This Music--knew It Down To The Very Core Of Her Being--but She Had Never Heard It Before. Unfamiliar, It Had Still Always Been There Inside Her, Waiting To Be Woken. It Grew From The Core Of Mystery That Gives A Secret Its Special Delight, Religion Its Awe. It Demanded To Be Accepted By Simple Faith, Not Dissected Or Questioned, And At The Same Time, It Begged To Be Doubted And Probed.

There Are People Who Take The Heart Out Of You, And There Are People Who Put It Back.

There's More To Life Than Just Surviving . . . But . . . Sometimes Just Surviving Is All You Get