Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

Youth Yearns To Youth, Full Blood Loves Full Blood Only.

We Were All Born Of Flesh, In A Flare Of Pain. We Do Not Remember The Red Roots Whence We Rose, But We Know That We Rose And Walked, That After A While We Shall Lie Down Again.

For In This Walk, This Voyage, It Is Yourself, The Profound History Of Your 'self,' That Now As Always You Encounter.

How Shall We Praise The Magnificence Of The Dead, The Great Man Humbled, The Haughty Brought To Dust?