My Arm Was Not What She Needed,

A Person’s Destiny Is Something You Look Back At Afterwards, Not Something To Be Known In Advance.

Ice Contains No Future , Just The Past, Sealed Away. As If They're Alive, Everything In The World Is Sealed Up Inside, Clear And Distinct. Ice Can Preserve All Kinds Of Things That Way- Cleanly, Clearly. That's The Essence Of Ice, The Role It Plays.

Nothing So Consumes A Person As Meaningless Exertion

What Happens When People Open Their Hearts?"... "they Get Better.

You Throw A Stone Into A Deep Pond. Splash. The Sound Is Big, And It Reverberates Throughout The Surrounding Area. What Comes Out Of The Pond After That? All We Can Do Is Stare At The Pond, Holding Our Breath.