"all that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost: the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade, that was broken: the crownless again shall be king."
i think i'm going to become a vegitarian. fruit and berries for life. the myth is lost... unless it is wild... i don't know if i can deal with eating it anymore.