Fear not, in what is not known, but what is most likely the truth the "blind" man sees and the "healthy" ignore. Only the traveler who ventures into darkness knows exhaustion. Only he knows fear.
Oh weary traveler, fear not, for you have been unscathed. The earth will fade, and your memory along with it, will stay. Your body grows tired but do not cease, for your immortal knows the intentions of the immoral and the immoral only bring the heart disease. Quench yourself.  
Oh tired one, your intentions are good, but the moon only brings illusions; for its shine isnt its own, cast yourself from the obscurity. Seek the son, traveler, your cold nights will end, and once again light will be stowed upon you. You will not see this light, but the warmth it brings.
Oh weary traveler, this journey makes you nervous, but you're driven with passion, and what is passion without purpose.