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“An argument must have opposition if it is to prove itself, my son,” she said. “One who argues truly learns the depth of his commitment through adversity. Did you not learn that trees grow roots most strongly when winds blow through them?”
This focus … he had missed this focus. With so much to worry about, so much to carry, he had not been able to dedicate himself to something as simple as a duel. He found it now, and poured himself into it.
“A man who thinks all day about the catch he missed because of stormy weather ends up wasting time when the sky is clear.”
Her body was spent. She offered it up and became a column of light, releasing the Flame of Tar Valon into the ground beneath her and high into the sky. The Power left her in a quiet, beautiful explosion, washing across the Sharans and sealing the cracks created by her fight with M’Hael. Egwene’s soul separated from her collapsing body and rested upon that wave, riding it into the Light.
things. Some men would call it brash, foolhardy, suicidal. The world was rarely changed by men who were unwilling to try being at least one of the three.
To choose is our fate. If you have no choice, then you aren’t a man at all. You’re a puppet…”
