I Write Slowly. I Actually Write Quickly,

Faith Is Universal. Our Specific Methods For Understanding It Are Arbitrary. Some Of Us Pray To Jesus, Some Of Us Go To Mecca, Some Of Us Study Subatomic Particles. In The End We Are All Just Searching For Truth, That Which Is Greater Than Ourselves.

Langdon Whispered To Vittoria. 'ever Fire Anything Other Than A Tranquilizer Gun?' 'don't You Trust Me?' 'trust You? I Barely Know You.' Vittoria Frowned. 'and Here I Thought We Were Newly-weds.

She Cried For The Life She Could Not Control. She Cried For The Mentor Who Had Died Before Her Eyes. She Cried For The Profound Loneliness That Filled Her Heart. But, Above All, She Cried For The Future ... Which Suddenly Felt So Uncertain.

Sometimes A Legend That Endures For Centuries... Endures For A Reason.

It Is Said That In Death, All Things Become Clear.