its not to say in excess that our time here must be brief. i must understand quickly and adapt to all things for nothing is certain, not me, not them, not even your own consciousness is certain. i cannot tell why we are here now, this waste often filters some of the more, unappealing of men down to us. that is to say, i must be thankful that we are here, understand it is our urgency that forced my hands to come to this place. i apologize for being blunt, this is the reality we must come to accept, broken and sordid it may be, there is great potential is the changing winds and shifting continents. of little that i can show you, we have nothing more than words, no objects, no places, no memories to guide us. i will tell you of where we go, the tortured paths dimly lit by light fighting to maintain itself. of course this is nothing that you haven't seen, you like us have survived. and now that you know, now that you've seen, you must bend, you must understand and see beyond this intangible mediocre. rest.