Here's The Thing, For Me At Least:

To View Current Events As A Historian Is To Account For All Perspectives, Even Those Of Your Enemy

In The Past, Tsr And Now Wizards Of The Coast Have Asked Me To Do Game Stats For My Characters, And I'm Never Comfortable Doing That. It's All Relative After All.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

There Is No Way Of Truly Knowing Where A Road Will Lead Until It Is Walked.

Because Of The Friends I Have Known, The Honorable People I Have Met, I Know I Am No Solitary Hero Of Unique Causes. I Know Now That When I Die, I Will Live On. That Which Is Important Will Live On. This Is My Legacy; And By The Grace Of The Gods, I Am Not Alone.