There Is No Good Or Evil, Save

My Daughter," I Said Blankly. "i See. Correct Me If I Am Wrong, But I Thought It Took A Man, As Well As A Woman, To Make A Child. Is This Infant's Father To Be A Crab, Or A Seagull Maybe? Or Were You Planning To Shipwreck Some Likely Sailor On My Doorstep, So I Can Make Convenient Use Of Him?

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.

And As I Watched Him, I Knew That In Every Dark Night There Was, Somewhere, A Small Light Burning That Could Never Be Quenched.

Don't You Long For Something Different To Happen, Something So Exciting And New It Carries You Along With It Like A Great Tide, Something That Lets Your Life Blaze And Burn So The Whole World Can See It?

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.