I speak to you of my intent, but intentions are but eddies and whorls. And they change with the course of a stream. This stream becomes a river; A Cataract of Logic and Doubt. Who has the right to live? The Light with the will to create, or the Dark with the will to consume? Sometimes might is right, and sometimes the Lamb must submit to the Lion. This is where the cataract floods, and drowns the boon of higher ground.