“Children are dying.” Lull nodded. “That’s a succinct summary of humankind, I’d say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.”
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.
“The Night has a thousand eyes, And the Day but One
Yet the light of the bright world dies, with the dying sun.”
“The Mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one
Yet the light of a whole life dies, when Love is done.”
**Francis William Bourdillon
I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.
“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
**Tale of Two Cities
When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word I shall gently let you go.
From Mt. Yak
I shall gather armfuls of azaleas
and scatter them on your way.
Step by step
on the flowers placed before you
tread lightly, softly as you go.
When you leave
weary of me,
though I die, I’ll not let one tear fall.
“I didn’t particularly feel like being arrested, so I argued with the soldiers a bit. Several of them died during the argument – those things happen once in a while. Unfortunately, one of the casualties was Taur Urgas’ oldest son. [he] took it personally. He’s very narrow-minded sometimes.”