Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....
Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?