We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

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.

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.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.