The Ruminations Are Mine, Let

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill It.

You Shall Be My Roots And I Will Be Your Shade, Though The Sun Burns My Leaves. You Shall Quench My Thirst And I Will Feed You Fruit, Though Time Takes My Seed. And When I'm Lost And Can Tell Nothing Of This Earth You Will Give Me Hope. And My Voice You Will Always Hear. And My Hand You Will Always Have. For I Will Shelter You. And I Will Comfort You. And Even When We Are Nothing Left, Not Even In Death, I Will Remember You.

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.

Sometimes It's Just Silent...no Sound At All. 'does That Scare You?' Chad Nods. 'why?' Asks His Father. 'it's Like Something's Waiting.