I have decided that the trouble with print is, it never changes its mind.

Infinite are the arguments of mages.

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after 'semicolons,' and another one after 'now.

What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up

The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.

What's needed in this case is conscious and serious practice in hearing, and using, and being used by, other people's voices.