For Most Of Us, I

All Is Forgotten In The Stone Halls Of The Dead. These Are The Rooms Of Ruin Where The Spiders Spin And The Great Circuits Fall Quiet, One By One.

Sometimes The Things Presented To Us As Choices Aren't Choices At All.

I've Killed Enough Of The World's Trees.

There Will Be Water If God Wills It.

I'm Going To Be Dead For A Long Time, So I Have A Lot To Do Now.