The visible world was only an imperfect reflection of the Ideal, which the Philosopher sought to transcend.

Well, so it must be, for as man saw reality, so it became.

And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.

Without a dream to light your way, the world is a very dark place.

But this is my truth; I who am Morgaine tell you these things, Morgaine who was in later days called Morgan le Fay.

Remain true to yourself, child. If you know your own heart, you will always have one friend who does not lie.

All gods are one god.