I Depart, Whither I Know

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?

The Great Object Of Life Is Sensation - To Feel That We Exist - Even Though In Pain - It Is This "craving Void" Which Drives Us To Gaming - To Battle - To Travel - To Intemperate But Keenly Felt Pursuits Of Every Description Whose Principal Attraction Is The Agitation Inseparable From Their Accomplishment.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.