But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did

There Are No Wrong Turnings. Only Paths We Had Not Known We Were Meant To Walk.

Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.

Ice Is For Death And Endings.

Most Hated By The Dark, For Their Name Is Light.

A Hard Truth: That Courage Can Be Without Meaning Or Impact, Need Not Be Rewarded, Or Even Known. The World Has Not Been Made In That Way. Perhaps, However, Within The Self There Might Come A Resonance, The Awareness Of Having Done Something Difficult, Of Having Done . . . Something.