And so it was that I took from the book of man all that he was and is.
That I laid bare his essence and did know him and his fears and his hopes and
his dreams. That I did look into him and see his secrets and his pain and know
of him all that he praises and disdains. That which he revels and that which he
holds in contempt. All that he be is that which I harvest and I gather and I
deliver as his seed. For the essence of man will I take within me as, and to,
the second star. To my place of past dwellings. To my home far away. To my
constellation and my unnamed friend.
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (So Goes the Glory of the World)