There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.
Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.
Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.
If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.