Well, I Guess In All Honesty I

I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit Such A Thing.

Goodness Will Find The Little Boy. It Always Has. It Will Again.

She Was Gone And The Coldness Of It Was Her Final Gift.

Somewhere In The World Is The Most Invincible Man. Just As Somewhere Is The Most Vulnerable.

And For A Moment He Held Out His Hands As If To Steady Himself Or As If To Bless The Ground There Or Perhaps As If To Slow The World That Was Rushing Away And Seemed To Care Nothing For The Old Or The Young Or Rich Or Poor Or Dark Or Pale Or He Or She. Nothing For Their Struggles, Nothing For Their Names. Nothing For The Living Or The Dead.