I am the wind that troubles the water; I am the water, and the waves; I am the shore where the waves break in rainbows; I am the sunlight that shines in the spray; I am the trees that drink in the light; I am the air of the green-things’ breathing; I am the stone that the trees break asunder; I am the molten heart of the world- where will you go? To what place will you wander? …in vale or on hilltop, still I am there…

Will you sound the sea’s depth, or climb the mountain? In air or in water, still I am there; Will the earth cover you? Will the night hide you? In deep or in darkness, still I am there Will you kindle the nova? Or kill the starlight? In fire or in deathcold, still I am there- -Diane Duane, So You Want To Be A Wizard

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”