I Am Still Alive Then.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.

I Pause To Record That I Feel In Extraordinary Form. Delirium Perhaps.

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.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.