The Outcome Of The War Is In

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.