We Hold Each Other's Lives

The Muse In Charge Of Fantasy Wears Good, Sensible Shoes. No Foam-born Aphrodite, She Vaguely Resembles My Old Piano Teacher, Who Was Keen On Metronomes.

How Easy It Is To Think Well Of Ourselves. Until The Moment Is Upon Us, We Can Never Be Certain.

True Allegiance Is Only Given Willingly.

Most Of Us Are Called On To Perform Tasks Far Beyond What We Can Do. Our Capabilities Seldom Match Our Aspirations, And We Are Often Woefully Unprepared. To This Extent, We Are All Assistant Pig-keepers At Heart.

I Only Suggest To You: Will You Dwell On Killing This Man? You Wish For Revenge? If You Do, He Has Already Killed You By Slow Poison. So, Let It Go. Why Waste Your Time? His Life Will See To His Death.