I am the One, and I see all. But the blind man in Apartment 1-A is blind in many ways, as are all human beings, even those with functioning eyes. They are blind to their folly, to their ignorance, to their history, to the future that they will make for themselves. A future born of self-loathing.

In misfortune lies the seed of future triumph.

If one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends.

We wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy.

On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship. The trick, however, is to remember that hope is a perilous thing, that it's not a steel and concrete bridge across the void between this moment and a brighter future. Hope is no stronger than tremulous beads of dew strung on a filament of spider web, and it alone can't long support the terrible weight of an anguished mind and a tortured heart.

I was looking forward to having a halo. It would make such a convenient reading lamp.