I broke with my religion in college.
Time can tick when there is no clock.
Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.
And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death