It's compassion that makes gods of us.
when a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.
... people misunderstood death, they died not of too little life but of too much life, that as the skin withered and the future grew short it was the past that took on flesh, until ultimately the sheer accumulation of experience and memory became too heavy to carry.
People need dreams, there's as much nourishment in them as food.
It's when we're given choice that we sit with the gods and design ourselves.
If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.