The Spear In The Other’s

If Death Is Truly A Curse,' Spock Said, As Soberly As Some Power Pronouncing A Hundred Years Of Sleep, But With A Glint Of Private, Serene Humor In His Eyes. 'there Is Little Logic In Condemning Something One Has Not Experienced...or Does Not Remember Experiencing.

The City Breathing, Burning, Living The Life Thy Had Preserved. Ten Million Lives And More. If Something Should Happen To All That Life - How Terrible! Nita Gulped For Control As She Remembered Fred's Word Of Just This Morning, An Eternity Ago. And This Was What Being A Wizard Was About. Keeping Terrible Things From Happening, Even When It Hurts. Not Just Power, Or Control Of What Ordinary People Couldn't Control, Or Delight In Being Able To Make Strange Things Happen. Those Were The Side Effects - Not The Reason, The Purpose.

What Teens Will Realize Is Always A Mystery To Me. I'm Still Realizing So Many Things Myself, Very Belatedly, That It Seems Unwise To Think I Have Any Right To Be Showing People Things In Hopes That They'll Realize Them.

The Spear In The Other’s Heart Is The Spear In Your Own: You Are He.

"virtue," He Said. "the Real Thing. It's Not Some Kind Of Cuddly Teddy Bear You Can Keep On The Shelf Until You Need A Hug. It's Dangerous, Which Is Why It Makes People So Nervous. Virtue Has Its Own Agenda, And Believe Me, It's Not Always Yours. The Word Itself Means Strength, Power. And When It Gets Loose, You'd Better Watch Out." "something Bad Might Happen..." "impossible. But Possibly Something Painful."