Life Doesn't Retreat.

All Of Our Lives Are Governed By A Certain Degree Of Faith In Bullshit.

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".

There Is No Doubt That I Have Discovered The Ultimate In Stagnant Human Societies. The Bikura Have Realized The Human Dream Of Immortality And Have Paid For It With Their Humanity And Their Immortal Souls.

It Is A Mystery, And To Tell The Truth, I Am Intrigued By Mysteries Even If This Is To Be My Last Week Of Enjoying Them. I Would Welcome Some Glimmer Of Understanding But, Failing That, Working On The Puzzle Will Suffice.

We Are All Eaters Of Souls.