For some men these are the most precious, but I believe beneath them there is something even more precious than these. They are driven to pursue it, and they pursue is solely for their own sake, not other. One man’s dream can hold dominion over the entire world, for one who dedicates his life to the forging of a single sword. While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men, and can cage them in suffering. Men life and die by their dreams, but long after they’ve been abandoned, they still smolder deep in men’s hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead. For they have no dreams.