I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

These have not the hope to die.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.