And tell you I shall... Of boundaries I wish not to speak for all boundaries are sins sins committed against one's potential.
Of rules I can tell tales concerned with scrutiny and enamored with safety your ancestors placed them where you now find them.
Tales span eons tales spawn demons tales scrawl boons and tomes and epitomes
On the present and the way things are, could have been or would have been. Many a scholar and clerk lay martyred or maimed
It is a dreadful subject my friend for it bends the very fabric of humanity and within its confines, no room exists for morality and under its hood burns all reality.
On God.... Well God is and isn't any continuation of the previous fragment would be a lie as I know not what God is or isn't, only that God exisits.