In the darkness before I start to dream, I see it there before me.
What marvellous truths the written word can dispel when when the wealth of the corrupt springs forth to convince all it can of that which is truly right and wrong.
They said it would come, they knew it would come, the prophets turned saviours implored.
You know my boy, a worm’s life is filled with terrors. Avoiding the light which will dry it out and make it visible to all things that would eat it, living in the moist shadows underground, still fearful of moles and the like.
I have seen the faith of my forebears.
I saw it without knowing what I saw, a would not have understood had it been explained to me then.