“I was first struck by the absence of time, having depended on it so completely as a measure of myself and my life.
Moving backwards into the perpetual night – it consumes purpose, indeed, all passion and will.
I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead, not to beckon, you but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you… and the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne.
There is truth you know, friend, if that’s all you seek, but there’s no justice or judgment, without which truth is a vast… dead… hollow.
Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you; awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without.”