A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.