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One Was Born A Certain Sort Of Person, And Though By Ceasless Struggle One Might Become As Nice As That Sort Of Person Ever Is, One Could Never Become As Nice As A Nicer Sort Of Person.

As This World Becomes Increasingly Ugly, Callous And Materialistic It Needs To Be Reminded That The Old Fairy Stories Are Rooted In Truth, That Imagination Is Of Value, That Happy Endings Do, In Fact, Occur, And That The Blue Spring Mist That Make An Ugly Street Look Beautiful Is Just As Real A Thing As The Street Itself.

Not Quite Birds, As They Were Not Quite Flowers, Mysterious And Fascinating As Are All Indeterminate Creatures.

The Sun Is Still There... Even If Clouds Drift Over It. Once You Have Experienced The Reality Of Sunshine You May Weep, But You Will Never Feel Ice About Your Heart Again.

The Elements Were "seeking" Each Other In Rage And Confusion, And In The Fury Of The Conflict Boastful Man Was Utterly Humiliated, Sucked Down, Drowned.