It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

For every victory there is a price.

But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.