The Law Is A Grim, Unsmiling Thing.

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

The Law Is A Grim, Unsmiling Thing. Not Justice, Though. Justice Is Witty And Whimsical And Kind And Caring.

But Nobody Ever Forgot Anything, Not Really, Though Sometimes They Pretended, When It Suited Them. Memories Were Permanent. Sorrowful Ones Remained Sad Even With The Passing Of Time, Yet Happy Ones Could Never Be Recreated - Not With The Same Joy. Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.

…god Is A Giant Quiltmaker. With An Infinite Variety Of Designs. And The Quilt Is Grown So Big And Confusing, The Pattern Is Impossible To See, The Squares And Diamonds And Triangles Don’t Fit Well Together Anymore, It’s All Become Meaningless. So He Has Abandoned It.