I do not believe this darkness will endure.

We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.

If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.

All shall love me and despair.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

'Celtic' is a magic bag, into which anything may be put, and out of which almost anything may come. Anything is possible in the fabulous Celtic twilight, which is not so much a twilight of the gods as of the reason.