The Point Is [...] That You Never

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

Win Or Lose, We Achieve Nothing In The World That We Understand [...]' 'but Then The World Does Not Matter.' 'indeed It Does Not [...] It Is Good To Understand That.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.

The Truth. Men Will Blind Themselves With Hot Irons, Rather Than Face It.

Do Not Complain Of Life's Unfairness. It Is Never Fair - At Best It Is Impartial.