A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.' Gothos' Folly

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

We humans do not understand compassion. In each moment of our lives, we betray it. Aye, we know of its worth, yet in knowing we then attach to it a value, we guard the giving of it, believing it must be earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion is priceless in the truest sense of the wold. It must be given freely. In abundance.

Survivors do not mourn together. They each mourn alone, even when in the same place. Grief is the most solitary of all feelings. Grief isolates, and every ritual, every gesture, every embrace, is a hopeless effort to break through that isolation. None of it works. The forms crumble and dissolve. To face death is to stand alone.

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