“The Pack is gathering. There can be no culls among us.”

“who among us can imagine ourselves unimagined? who among us can speak with so fragile tongue and remain proud?”

“Let us seek truth everywhere;let us cull it wherever we can find its blossomor its SEED. Having Found the seed,let us scatter it to the winds of heaven.Where ever it may blow, it will germinate.There is no lack in this wide universe of soulsthat will form the new ground.”

“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”

“It is a fool of a shepherd who culls his dogs.”

“A consensus slowly gathered among us. We had given up something important, we believed: the fire, the vigor, that came with a lack of ease. We had lost some of the difficulty of our lives, and we wanted it back.”