The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?