>There is a reason for history. Not random are the
>writings of the wise, some mere recollection of misty
>eyed elders, some fairy tale for children at twilight.
>No. No; buried somewhere in the words of yesteryear,
>lies everything your heart has longed to hear. There
>have been those more lonely than you, there have been
>those who have hated harder than you, those who have
>loved with a sacrifice you have yet to know. For those
>who have the soul for it, every part of yesterday, is
>a key waiting to be made. Hail the ghosts of the past,
>and the scars that remind us it was all real...
>