The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.
We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again." ~Fiddler, pg. 558
Soldiers are issued armour for their flesh and bones, but they must fashion their own for their souls. Piece by piece.
