Flowers of dawn and dusk, things swept away by time: who can transcend it all? Are we merely objects in another’s hands, or can we stride across many worlds and look down on everything? Welcome to my river of history, welcome to my world. Through the long ages of antiquity, drifting into the distance: transcendence, and nothing but transcendence.
Transcendence can come later. Please tip; I took a loss in the stock market and need to replenish my funds.
