All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.
Sometimes, despite everything, peace breaks out. People get tired of fighting, and pain, and death, and are willing to start all over again.
As methods of human communication go, the human wink is quite versatile.
…it is just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a choice right now. Between fear… and love.
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Haven’t you ever wondered what else is out there? There’s wonders in this world beyond our wandering. I can feel it.
