I stand there alone with a frown and a granite fist, my back to a book in which is written all the secrets of the universe, and before me is a strength that wants it, a power I cannot overcome. Yet I stay in that place, try to protect it.
Why? If it's hopeless I shouldn't bother to try. Isn't that so?
I guess there's what you believe and what you know.
Rise or fall, swords and stones.
Howl.