Fate does not seek our consent.

Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does.

Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the same person. We are not our bodies; we are our thoughts. As they form, they define who we are, and create the reality of our existence.

Books served to keep hard-won knowledge safe. They endured.

Wizard's Ninth Rule A contradiction can not exist in reality. Not in part, nor in whole.

...Wizard's Fifth Rule: Mind what people do, not only what they say, for deeds will betray a lie.

When the whole world is crazy, it doesn't pay to be sane.