"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls.
The most massive characters are seared with scars."
--Khalil Jibran
"Far away," said the matriarch,
"I once heard from the tongue of a lark:
of golden days,
of bow and drum,
and of men who chased.
Now they come in rags of greed,
no regard for our dignity."
She began to dream,
and the wind did rage,
and the forest cried.
"Run away," she told him then,
"find a way to hide from them."
Far away from behind a tree,
came a sound to defy the peace.
And the son went down,
quietly in a pool of reeds.
--Adrian Belew
