But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There. Two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die. Three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.

In This World, Where We Find Ourselves, We Need Compassion More Than Anything, I Think, Or We Are All Alone.