RIP Robert JordanThe Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Modern Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Carolinas. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.
Born in the mind of James Oliver Rigney, Jr., the mind whose creative genius and gift with the written word would give it shape and form, it carried the saga of the Wheel throughout the nations of the world. Joy and sorrow, hope and fear, the words carried by this wind touched many lives and many threads in this Pattern we call Life.
Rest in peace, Our Beloved Author.
-Ansuru
Longing
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I am vapor, I don't exist. I am merely an aspect of some undiscovered dimension where eyes and ears float indiscriminately in spirals, seeing and hearing but with no knowledge of form or matter, reality itself an abstraction.
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