That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

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

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.