Miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed.
You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.
What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.
If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.
They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?
Fear is an aid to the warrior. It is a small fire burning. It heats the muscles, making us stronger. Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride.