Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart. " Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Conflict, not progress, is the word that defines man's path from darkness into light. No holiness is won by any other means than this, that wickedness should be slain day by day, and hour by hour.