“All things die,' she told him. Such a truism, it was the trite utterance of any street-corner philosopher, but coming from Inaspe Raimm it sounded different. 'All things reach the end of their journey, be they trees, insects, people or even principalities. All things die so that others may take their place. To die is no tragedy. The tragedy is dying with a purpose unfulfilled.” PeopleDeathPurposeDyingTragedyPhilosopherTreesInsectsUtteranceTriteDragonfly KindenPrincipalitiesInaspe RaimmJourney S EndDestrachisSpider KindenStreet Corner PhilosopherTrite UtteranceUnfulfilled Purpose Book:Salute the Dark Source: Salute the Dark
“I cannot hope to make you understand how the world is truly made,' he told her. 'Metaphor, then: the world is a weave, like threads woven into cloth.' His hand came out of his sleeve with a strip of his red ribbon. 'If you say so.' 'Everything, stone, trees, beasts, the sky, the waters, all are a weave of fabric,' he said patiently. 'But when you think, it is different. Your thinking snarls the fabric, knots it. If you were a magician, you could use the knot of your mind to pull on other threads. That is magic, and now you see how every simple it is. I wonder everyone does not become an enchanter.” MagicPatientMetaphorThinkFabricTreesEverythingStoneBeastsWeaveClothRed RibbonThe SkyEnchantersRibbonThe WatersMosquito KindenPrincess SedaUctebri The SarcadWasp Kinden Book:Salute the Dark Source: Salute the Dark
