Awake,arise,and assert yourself,you dreamers of the world. Your star is now in ascendancy.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…

They scattered with no melody, no harmony, no rhythm to hold them. If music was emotion and emotion came from thought, then this was the scream of chaos, of the irrational, of the helpless, of man’s self-abdication.

No matter how well you know what a person has done and what he thought he was doing when he did it and what he now thinks of what he did, it is impossible to be certain of what he will do next.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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