Is it not unsettling to consider the blind unlikelihoods that shape one’s fate? - Michael Shea

But ah! what a drear hell it was we now had to venture through! What a maelstrom of relentless gorging, one creature upon another! The claws and jaws of the upper world are red enough—who denies it?—but the carnage has intermissions, periods of amiable association, zones of green peace and fructification. In the subworlds, the merciless seethe of appetites never simmers down.

The great in Evil, and the great in [Goodness|Good]]—both leave an immortal residue.

It was more than sad, the eternal unteachability of youth.