You can kill that man but not his song, When it's sung the whole world round...
Like any art, the creation of self is both natural and seemingly impossible. It requires training as well as magic.
You just keep feeding hogwash to people, and pretty soon they'll eat it.
When I am willing, all sound is available to me.
I like this life. I like it when it's hard, and I like it better when it's not, but I know you don't get the sweet part without the bitter.
Often thoughts are given to me with the sole purpose of giving them away.