I Knew It Would Soon Be The

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.

The Essential Doesn't Change.