We Are The Total Of Our Longings.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There.  two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die.  three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die. One Woman Sees A Riselka: Her Path Comes Clear To Her.  two Women See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Bear A Child.  three Women See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Is Clear, One Shall Bear A Child.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There. Two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die. Three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.