My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?

My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.

There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.