Sometimes I wonder about myself. I believe I'll go quite out of my mind if I don't get out in the open and see mountains untouched by anything but sun and moonlight and rain. It makes me quite lonely sometimes, as I'm sure you can understand. ME seemed to fill all that for a while. And YES Cimmerian, I too feel that fighting beside my wild ancestors in the highlands should be my lot. Alas for a world that promises water and leaves us thirsting!
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"'You," he said, "tell her all. What good came to you? Do you rejoice that Maleldil became a man? Tell her of your joys, and of what profit you had when you made Maleldil and death acquainted.'" -Perelandra, by C.S. Lewis
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