All knowledge is worth having.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

There would be love, and while it was mine, I could cling to it. I could rejoice -- in life, in the existence of love. In the existence of people like Phedre and Joscelin. Although the standards they set were impossibly high, still, I could rejoice that such courage and compassion existed in the world. I could hope and aspire.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.