these words, these stories, my gift from me to you.

remember gentle readers, fear and love walk hand and hand, as life fades and soul breaks. the bone my shatter and flesh may rot, but that which we leave for others, lays the foundation of someones grasp at immortality.

so despair not for although it is mostly pain, it is this pain that we bring to ourselves that defines what people remember of us after the flesh and bone have withered.

and should it be that heaven is not, nor hell either, no point to life but empty existence without reward afterwords at least you lived your life, there are some who cannot... or will not. (l.o.r)