““Like dust borne on the breeze, we glide carefree whirling and swirling through our lives, wafting lightly upon lilting updrafts or racing wildly astride capricious gusts until, captured within the prevailing trades of logic, convention, and creed, we find ourselves trapped, circling aimlessly in perpetual flow, yearning with wistful dread for some violent tempest to come wrench us away from our inexorable current and carry us to new heights unimagined. —Erich of Eladsit, eleventh-century Montahoian bard””