If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.
Forgive me, my child. I do not know that I would have brought you into this world if I had known it was deranging so quickly around us. After all, it is Creator who brings souls into this world. But I had a hand, my child. Forgive me even so.