There is nothing so delightful, so pure, so innocent or enjoyable that some group has not forbidden it. - Sheri S. Tepper

Power is power as the sun is the sun, the wind is the wind. The villager blesses the rain as it falls on his crops; the pillager uses it to cover his approach. It is the wielder who determines the good or evil.

It went on, “If you accuse, then you must judge.”
“You let your accusers be your judges?” asked Peter, astounded.
“Who else should be satisfied?” it asked. “If one’s accusers cannot be satisfied, what is justice?”
“One’s accusers might be mad,” Peter suggested, very unwisely I thought, considering where we were. “Mad, and incapable of being satisfied.”

I have in recent years often reflected upon memory. One takes it so for granted. One remembers with such facile infallibility. And one finds with such shock – at least it was a shock to me – that memory isn’t true.