Oct 17, 2012
"There's nothing between them anymore," said the raveler Hushidh. "I could see it fall, the last tie of love or even of concern. If he died tonight, she would be content." to Luet this seemed the most terrible of tragedies. Once these two had been joined together in love, or something like love; they had made two babies, and yet, only fifteen years later, the last tie between them was broken now. All lost, all gone. Nothing lasted, nothing. ...Permanence was always an illusion, and love was just the disguise that lovers wore to hide the death of their union from each other for a while.