Where Do You Get Dreams Like This?

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

In Accepting The Gift You Honor The Giver

Any Belief That Puts Itself Beyond Doubt Nurtures Its Own Collapse.

Are You A Person—with Volition And Maybe Some Stubbornness And At Least The Capacity If Not The Actual Determination To Do Something Surprising—or Are You A Tool? A Tool Just Serves Its User. It’s Only As Good As The Skill Of Its User, And It’s Not Good For Anything Else. So If You Want To Accomplish Something Special—something More Than You Can Do For Yourself—you Can’t Use A Tool. You Have To Use A Person And Hope The Surprises Will Work In Your Favor. You Have To Use Something That’s Free To Not Be What You Had In Mind.

He Who Waits For The Sword To Fall Upon His Neck Will Surely Lose His Head.