The wolf is living for the earth.

You are who you choose to be.

Haven’t you heard of the music of the spheres?” asked the dragon. “It’s the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I’m a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish?

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.