Yonderly forth does my mind travel toward space unscathed by human eye, vacantly naked my reflection unravels distant are these thoughts of mine. Untethered cognition free of manβs laws his morals, his mission and even his flaws. Thus I must burrow ever so deep to find a single rigor of truth I dig where other men sleep.
Awake, Awake, Oh wasted hearts the first rule of living is knowing: things fall apart. What now is truth shall surely flee as does the river's water escape to sea. Clench not tightly to your current beliefs they may not follow, they cannot follow where we intend to be.