“ When great trees fall rocks on distant hills shudder lions hunker down in tall grasses and even elephants lumber after safety. fall forests small things recoil into silence their senses eroded beyond fear. souls die the air around us becomes light rare sterile. We breathe briefly. Our eyes briefly see with a hurtful clarity. memory suddenly sharpened examines gnaws kind words unsaid promised walks never taken. Great die our reality bound to them takes leave of us. souls dependent upon nurture now shrink wizened. minds formed informed by radiance away. are not so much maddened as reduced unutterable ignorance dark cold caves. And when period peace blooms slowly always irregularly. Spaces fill soothing electric vibration. senses restored be same whisper They existed. can be. Be better. For they existed.”