You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

A Hard Truth: That Courage Can Be Without Meaning Or Impact, Need Not Be Rewarded, Or Even Known. The World Has Not Been Made In That Way. Perhaps, However, Within The Self There Might Come A Resonance, The Awareness Of Having Done Something Difficult, Of Having Done . . . Something.

Ice Is For Death And Endings.

She Was Owner And Captive, Both, Of A Bitterly Divided Heart.

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