Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

Dreams shape the world

In reality the world is made of thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It's not even coincidence. It's just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or propriety.

He..." Richard began. "The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me." Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. "Mm," she agreed. "He's a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.

You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.

Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.