Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.