Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

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.

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.