For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don't really care what it takes to produce that.

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island

How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?

Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

When you reach the little house, the place your journey started, you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than you remember. Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before but once. And then go home. Or make a home. And rest.