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Kitiara Woodbane PM
Joined May '09

My age is irrelevant.

I am female.

I read a great deal.

I am a Christian and baptised Catholic.

I am English.

[And on that note; to Americans and other aliens: There is no such thing as the 'British Accent.' There are accents from Britain: there are English, Scottish, Welsh and Irish Accents. Even within England there are so many accents that most of the South half can't understand the Northerners. It's like saying that someone has a 'european accent' - one lot of people will be offended, and all the others will want to punch you for even suggesting that they sound like "That lot of bastards."]

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

- Verse 1 of William Blake's Auguries of Innocence

In Loving Memory
Anne McCaffery
01/04/1926 - 21/11/2011
Our Dragonlady will be sorely missed.

Black, blacker, blackest,
And cold beyond frozen things.
Where is between when there is naught
To Life but fragile dragon wings?
Cold as death, death-bearing,
Stay and die, unguided.
Brave and braving, linger.
This way was twice decided.
A fleck of red in a cold night sky,
A drop of blood to guide them by,
Turn away, Turn away, Turn, be gone,
A Red Star beckons the travelers on.

Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unansweréd.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?
Where have dragons gone together?
Leaving Weyrs to wind and weather?
Setting heardbeasts free of tether?
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?
Have they flown to some new Weyr
Where cruel Thread some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh, why, the empty Weyr?

- The Question Song from Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey

"When I became a man I put away childish things,
including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
C. S. Lewis

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…it has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."
-C.S. Lewis

"Truth is stranger than fiction:
fiction has to make sense."
Leo Rosten.

All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those who wander, are lost.
The old that is strong, does not wither;
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shal be woken;
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
The crownless again shall be king.

- From The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

-Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death

"Book of Xander, Chapter 3, Verse 2," Galatea said. "Trust not they who cannot tell the difference between shedding blood to protect others and shedding blood because they can. For they are blind, seeing no difference between a mother killing to protect her child and a lunatic killing the same child for fun."

"Book of Xander, Chapter 4, Verse 6 – If the only way to destroy the evil is by becoming it, remember to include your own destruction in the plans. Sometimes destroying evil requires sacrifice. But unless it's self sacrifice you aren't destroying evil, merely shifting it around a bit." Galatea grinned.

"What's Chapter 2, Verse 1?" Flash asked, picking one at random.

"He who smelt it has a high probability of being the one who dealt it," Galatea said and waited for everyone to finish either giggling or scoffing before she continued. "Translated, beware one who sees evil everywhere they look – chances are they are looking in a mirror."

"Book of Xander, Chapter 1, Verse 2?" Shayera requested curiously.

"Blood is only thicker than water after exposure to air."

Everyone exchanged glances, hoping someone else had understood that one.

Galatea smiled. "Translated..." she drawled, and was gratified to see everyone's interest. "The bonds that bind together those you've shed blood for and with are greater than those to the people who merely share the blood in your veins. They are your true family."

"What's Chapter 1, Verse 1?"

"The first rule of battle is, don't die," Galatea said, and noticed everyone was waiting knowing more was coming. "Death isn't when your heart stops beating and you stop breathing. Death is when you've allowed evil to overwhelm all the good you've done. Those who go the grave with their heads held high and the world better for their existence need never fear death for they are immortal."

Wonder Woman shivered. "Does anyone else here feel like storming the gates of Tartarus?" she asked, her warrior spirit craving battle to put truth to the words she'd just heard.

A sea of hands went up.

"No storming Hell!" Batman ordered and received a chorus of disappointed awws. "We have too much good we need to do on Earth before we can even consider that."

- Exerpt from dogbertcarroll's Crush, an excellent BtVS and Justice League crossover.

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and
said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

To all that serve.

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

For you, David.

Deus animae tuae misereatur.

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