There Is No Real Ending. It’s Just

Those Who Would Repeat The Past Must Control The Teaching Of History.

She Looked At Patches Of Blackness. Black Is A Blind Remembering, She Thought.

Too Much Knowledge Never Makes For Simple Decisions.

Ask What Infinity Might Produce And The Only Answer Possible Was, "anything." Any Good, Any Evil; Any God, Any Devil.

To See Eternity Was To Be Exposed To Eternity's Whims, Oppressed By Endless Dimensions.