Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.
You never know what you have till you've lost it.
Aw, now look at that, you're being sarcastic, aren't you?
As above, so below, as within, so without.
But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.
There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.