Fantasy Is, At Its Best,

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.

But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did That Mean You Did Nothing?

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.

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.

The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In The Desert. Nothing Under The Circling Moons Is Fated To Last. Even The Sun Goes Down.