“There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will”
“And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.”
“But their fondest thoughts went to the two sons who had brought honour and glory to their ancient name.”
“There’s not much we can do except to be, and in being, become aware.”
“Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?”
“Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie; Though they fell, they fell like stars, Streaming splendour through the sky.”