Last Words Are Only Words.

Where Men Can't Live Gods Fare No Better.

It Just Bothered Me That You Might Think I'm Somethin Special. I Aint.

Suppose You Were The Last One Left? Suppose You Did That To Yourself?

Deep In Each Man Is The Knowledge That Something Knows Of His Existence. Something Knows, And Cannot Be Fled Nor Hid From.

If Much In The World Were Mystery The Limits Of That World Were Not, For It Was Without Measure Or Bound And There Were Contained Within It Creatures More Horrible Yet And Men Of Other Colors And Beings Which No Man Has Looked Upon And Yet Not Alien None Of It More Than Were Their Own Hearts Alien In Them, Whatever Wilderness Contained There And Whatever Beasts.