The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again." ~Fiddler, pg. 558

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

Morality was not relative, they claimed, nor even existing solely in the realm of human condition. No, they proclaimed morality was an imperative of all life, a natural law that was neither the brutal acts of beasts nor the lofty ambitions of humanity, but something other, something unassailable

A story invites both writer and reader into a kind of superficial ease: we want to slide along, pleasingly entertained, lost in the fictional dream.

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead

I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.