We Are All Shaped By Where We

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There.  two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die.  three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die. One Woman Sees A Riselka: Her Path Comes Clear To Her.  two Women See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Bear A Child.  three Women See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Is Clear, One Shall Bear A Child.

We Worship…the Powers That Speak To Our Souls, If It Seems They Do. We Do So Knowing There Is More To The World, And The Half-world, And Perhaps Worlds Beyond, Than We Can Grasp. We Always Knew That. We Can’t Even Stop Children From Dying, How Would We Presume To Understand The Truth Of Things? Behind Things? Does The Presence Of One Power Deny Another? [p. 176]

Sometimes You Didn't Really Arrive At A Conclusion About Your Life, You Just Discovered That You Already Had.

The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In The Desert. Nothing Under The Circling Moons Is Fated To Last. Even The Sun Goes Down.

Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.