I never know what I'll find:

A man who has a grasp on life and knows how to use his force. It's his world to explore, and he does.

One thing off the list of life, of establishment.

No link of remindership - the only thing he internalises is the past. The knowledge is inherent in him, leaving more hours for reviews and rewrites.

... When you find it, therefore, reaction takes two forms

[Definitions] > ["conflict"]

Glassblower's apprentice, the answered questions, tradition.

Doesn't he know it will never stop? "His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."

Sorry for the fragments; it's hard for me to keep a steady pace. (re: Baby Steps)