When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

There are 10,000 explanations for why evil exist, but only one that I agree with, " And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

Law existed before grace and mercy. The law is static it cannot save. Inside of time only grace and mercy can save. It is not the job of the intellect to tame the passions of the heart, that is the job of the spirit. Emotion is deep and highly nuanced, it cannot be described by any mathematical equation. Dynamic problems require dynamic solutions.

What happened when we died? How were we to know that death wasn't as profound an adventure as life was?

- __ow about flipping a coin;_ she made a pretty remark and the two women turned around andlooked at her irritated.- __hat's right, go ahead, jock about it. You are not the one trying to change her heart, I am, and youknow damn well how painful that can be!__and of Passion

I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that__ never going to stop.