The very identity of every reasoning being is defined by the language, the communication, between that being and others around it.

Greater indeed are pleasures that are shared.

Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

We all are prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. It is a burden that all people endure, that all people despise, and that few people ever learn to escape.

These were the companions who justified my principles, who gave me the strength to continue against any foe, real or imagined. These were the companions who fought the helplessness, the rage, and frustration. These were the friends who gave me my life.