Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
You can’t run from the world. You can’t hide from it. But you can find power and purpose. A chance to survive the horror.[to Ciri]
We all have a purpose in this world, and it’s our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is.
What is the point in trying to find a new land, if we behave just the same as we did in the old one?