He’d seen enough of life to know he wouldn’t miss it much. His only regret was the grief his death would level upon those who cared for him. - Steven Erikson

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.

Show me a god that does not demand mortal suffering.
Show me a god that celebrates diversity, a celebration that embraces even non-believers, and is not threatened by them.
Show me a god that understands the meaning of peace. In life, not in death.

The beast that was civilization ever faced forward, and in making its present world it devoured the world to come. It was an appalling truth that one’s own children could be so callously sacrificed to immediate comforts, yet this was so and it had always been so.