Yet all we had was here and now, and here and now was always where the struggle toward goodness had to be fought. Toward virtue, morality, uprightness, order: call it what one liked. A long ever-recurring battle.

If I change what's in my head the rest of me will follow

Then you’ve had a good day of it, I suppose."  "Then you suppose wrong," said Lymond shortly. "I’ve had a damned carking afternoon. A Moslem would blame my Ifrit, a Buddhist explain the papingo was really my own great-grandmother, and a Christian, no doubt, call it the vengeance of the Lord. As a plain, inoffensive heathen, I call it bloody annoying.

When life goes wrong,
You can always make it better

Written By Ethan Buckley

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