Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
Be careful what you swallow. Chew!
We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.