The words of Lingo the Ringo upon entering the haunted mountains of Detheream.
The one and the many, the all and the each, you and I - equal contributors to creation.
Who believes in love at first sight?
I saw clearly who had placed the stone in the way of the water's course - it was I who had disrupted my own pure flow. I had done myself this disservice.
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes the multitude of forevermore.
A song sung round a campfire near Humminshire.
Weather never lasts forever.
One day from now - in heaven's time - there will be a whole forest here.
They'd spent all the time they had to spend.
Look at me; judge me by my size, do you? Size matters not.
There was a mirror, once, that wanted to stare at itself.
This is an invitation to do and to be, to kiss existence with all five of your senses, to dig down and climb up it, to dive into its deep waters, to warm yourself by its fire, and to breathe it in and breathe it out.