And As I Watched Him,

Real Life Is Not Quite As It Is In Stories. In The Old Tales, Bad Things Happen, And When The Tale Has Unfolded And Come To Its Triumphant Conclusion, It Is As If The Bad Things Had Never Been. Life Is Not As Simple As That, Not Quite.

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.

Breath Of The Winds; Dancing Flame; Peace Of The Earth; Song Of The Waves.

Even In That Time Of Utter Darkness, Somewhere Deep Inside Me The Memory Of Love And Goodness Had Stayed Alive.

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.