Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart

Call me Silidons, for such I am.

Arthur, with his keen blue eyes and hair of burnished gold, his ready smile and guileless countenance. Wide and heavy of shoulder, long of limb, he towers above other men and, though he does not yet know the power of his stature, he is aware that smaller men become uneasy near him. He is handsomely knit in all; fair to look upon.

Knowledge is a burden--once taken up, it can never be discarded.

The air crackled with the presage of lightning, and a heavy mist descended around them.

None of us ever knows what impact we have on the world around us.

Apart from pleasure, beauty also kindles imagination, hope and encouragement. If beauty ceased to exist, we would, in a very real sense, cease to exist--for we would be no longer who we are.