the lightning dance of gigantic hellwhip displays, beams the size of small worlds cutting their swath across light-hours and being contorted by the riptides of defensive singularities: the aurora shimmer of defense fields leaping and dying under the assault of terrible energies only to be reborn nanoseconds later.

Sometimes a wrong mistep can be corrected. But a wrong decision can be permanent.

She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped.

We can change our whole life and the attitude of people around us simply by changing ourselves. —RUDOLF DREIKURS

Written By John C. Maxwell

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