“There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?”
“And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying”
“Doug that is so sweet, but your doing the controlling thing again" "How is that controlling?""For starters, you made your brother pull me over”
“Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.”
“There’s the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever.”
“I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun, a star that represents death's constancy. Beware of the moon, which reflects our world of beauty. It waxes and wanes, it is treacherous and ephemeral. We will all die some day . . . .”