In The End Dreams Became

We Ought To Thank God For That. Yes, The Man Who Tills The Land Is More Worthy Of Respect Than Any.

The Current Generation Now Sees Everything Clearly, It Marvels At The Errors, It Laughs At The Folly Of Its Ancestors, Not Seeing That This Chronicle Is All Overscored By Divine Fire, That Every Letter Of It Cries Out, That From Everywhere The Piercing Finger Is Pointed At It, At This Current Generation; But The Current Generation Laughs And Presumptuously, Proudly Begins A Series Of New Errors, At Which Their Descendants Will Also Laugh Afterwards.

Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes?

I Am Fated To Journey Hand In Hand With My Strange Heroes And To Survey The Surging Immensity Of Life, To Survey It Through The Laughter That All Can See And Through The Tears Unseen And Unknown By Anyone.

We Have The Marvelous Gift Of Making Everything Insignificant.