I Know All About Endings. It Is

Morgaine Laughed And Mocked, But When It Was A Real Trouble, No One Could Be Kinder.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

By What Men Think, We Create The World Around Us, Daily New.

From These Christians Who Came To [avalon] To Escape The Bigotry Of Their Own Kind I Learned Something, At Last, Of The Nazarene, The Carpenter's Son Who Had Attained Godhead In His Own Life And Preached A Rule Of Tolerance; And So I Came To See That My Quarrel Was Never With The Christ, But With His Foolish And Narrow Priests Who Mistook Their Own Narrowness For His.

The Older I Grow The More I Become Certain That It Makes No Difference What Words We Use To Tell The Same Truths.