We Are All Shaped By Where We

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

It Can Be Hard To Write A Skillfully Entertaining Fiction, But A Great Book Wants To Be More, And Wants More From Us.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?

When I Was 18 Years Old, In A More Innocent Time, My First Backpacking Trip Through Europe, I Sneaked Into The Temple Of Saturn In The Roman Forum After Nightfall And Spent Several Hours In There Avoiding The Guards Patrolling.

What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate Line Would Run?