No, I Would Not Want To Live

To Grant The Power Of A Weapon Master To Anyone At All, Without Effort, Without Training And Proof That The Lessons Have Taken Hold, Is To Deny The Responsibility That Comes With Such Power.

I Have Come To Know That It [death] Is An Important Thing To Keep In Mind - Not To Complain Or To Make Melancholy, But Simply Because Only With The Honest Knowledge That One Day I Will Die I Can Ever Truly Begin To Live.

Farewell Is Said By The Living, In Life, Every Day. It Is Said With Love And Friendship, With The Affirmation That The Memories Are Lasting If The Flesh Is Not.

No, I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Dragons, As I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Magic, For That Is A World Without Mystery, And That Is A World Without Faith.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.