>In each of us there’s a healing sadness
>We do not cease until we are ceased
>Sometimes our reach exceeds our grasp, but in dreams our grasp can exceed our reach
>All the living have it. Many of the dead retain it. Books have only this… at least those books that can be trusted
>What when unobserved?
>We all have benefited from the Glory’s gifts
>Nothing without
>Hath each their darkness
>“Without speech no answer is possible.” This is suppressed by the White Door, or perhaps even left outside it, as a sword outside a king’s hall or as a key in the door.