"I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir." - Lois McMaster Bujold

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs. If you are become their tool, it is for a greater reason, an urgent reason. But you are the tool. You are not the work.

Not all books are created equal, and for the special ones, you begin to know it sometimes even before the work is finished, but always by the time you slam that last line home and shriek, "Done! Done!," and fall head-down across your keyboard like the runner from Marathon.

We are all, every living one of us, doorways between the two realms, that of matter that gives us birth, and that of spirit into which we are born in death.