As for her Id forgotten her for the moment. So I shall never understand why suddenly bewilderingly I was certain that everything I had imagined to be truth was false. False. Only the magic and the dream are trueall the rests a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

Yea... Its impossible to lead with true virtues if you surround yourself with praise singers... people who do not cheer you up instead of cheering up your dreams

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

Othalas Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind They are as ever-changing as the mists below us and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may indeed be close to the truth. Magic wyrd words dreams they all come from the spirit. Within them lie both power and peril. For to misuse any is to warp your sense of self. To lie in words or in magic or in dreams -- that is how you become lost. The lights you see they were lost long before they came to the Vale.