When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.

Each the others world entire.

Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your permission.

Ever step you take is forever.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.