"…I am. I am but a thought on the tip of a pen lost in translation between could be and has been a string of ancient babble. I am one with everything still but nothing. There is nothing but inspiration I feel in Pandora lost fingering the locks inviting both life and death to my bedside, taking both as lovers, gaining from one eternity yet losing to the other time. I hold a Compass without needle stain a page with no book fight a war without leaving.…"