I was there from the moment one cell combined with another, when one stone was placed atop the other, and ever since there's been this soul eating silence if only because it's always been about the energy that blazes from that thing called the sun.
Yet at ten thousand feet, on the face of a mountain and embraced by a cold wind, I looked down at myself and do you know what happened?
It's wrong out here. Dark somehow. You keep trying to find a way home yet you meet the ghost of the reaper on all the roads. Doom or acceptance I suppose.
Snitter said the flies had grown so huge beyond his bandages, though his insects were actually helicopters, and Rowf said he understood even though he didn't. Does that mean I'm really alone? So many people in the world...that can't be right can it?
Maybe it is, though. Face the facts, fox. You're insane.
I am, aren't I?
Go have tea with the five, they're the only ones who will understand.