If there was a tenet for this year, I believe it would be "To be loved is to be changed."

What can we give up, what burdens we can bear, and how far can we walk without looking back. 

Slung over my shoulder is a hollow horn, in which I carry the embers of joy, and of delight, and I will use them to make a warm place. 

Someone is setting off fireworks already. New Year's Eve Eve, I suppose. They sound massive. Reminds me of the cannons. 

Ours is not to reason why, and all that. 

Quantum-entangled. 

Orpheus climbed out of the underworld, and he looked back, and lost everything. 

Noob.