……Are we but rhetorical oracles, made to exist in this mist, our only aim is to learn and ultimately be dismissed, that’s like a raised arm so long we can’t see the fist; lessons passed on are never kept crisp, mortality’s why we can’t keep a witness, no such thing as extreme fitness. Some turn to Seth to escape death, to extend their knowledge into the future, but we haven’t cured a single cleft let alone death, still trying to stop pain with meth.