The Past Is Obdurate. It Doesn't Want

Take The Dead From The Dead, The Old Proverb Said; Only A Corpse May Speak True Prophecy.

There's Nothing Like Stories On A Windy Night When Folks Have Found A Warm Place In A Cold World.

Yet Suppose Further. Suppose That All Worlds, All Universes, Met At A Single Nexus, A Single Pylon, A Tower. And Within It, A Stairway, Perhaps Rising To The Godhead Itself. Would You Dare Climb To The Top, Gunslinger? Could It Be That Somewhere Above All Of Endless Reality, There Exists A Room?...' You Dare Not.' And In The Gunslinger's Mind, Those Words Echoed: You Dare Not.

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.

We Never Cease Wanting What We Want, Whether It's Good For Us Or Not.