I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.