Who Has Never Killed An Hour?

Here Then At Long Last Is My Darkness. No Cry Of Light, No Glimmer, Not Even The Faintest Shard Of Hope To Break Free Across The Hold.

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.

Love Of Love Written By The Broken Hearted, Love Of Life Written By The Dead.

To Read" Actually Comes From The Latin Reri "to Calculate, To Think" Which Is Not Only The Progenitor Of "read" But Of "reason" As Well, Both Of Which Hail From The Greek Arariskein "to Fit." Aside From Giving Us "reason," Arariskein Also Gives Us An Unlikely Sibling, Latin Arma Meaning "weapons." It Seems That "to Fit" The World Or To Make Sense Of It Requires Either Reason Or Arms.

For Some Reason, You Will No Longer Be The Person You Believed You Once Were. You'll Detect Slow And Subtle Shifts Going On All Around You, More Importantly Shifts In You. Worse, You'll Realize It's Always Been Shifting, Like A Shimmer Of Sorts, A Vast Shimmer, Only Dark Like A Room. But You Won't Understand Why Or How.