I have dreamt the world, the travels and the unique beauties of every corner. I was there amongst the spanish and dutch sailors who saw a new planet bursting and mounting before their eyes like a paradise. The softness of touching a new hue, with stars in a sky of a holy and profounder blue.
I was there when man chose to create this world; and later I was there when we forced sobriety upon ourselves in the name of progress and reason - we awoke amongst a cold and static wasteland, and created blinding and empty lights of zeros and ones, so that we could forget that there ever were stars. I was there when men touched with their searching minds the dust of the dead, the powdered and fleeting gold, floating above the fields of grass and blue skies.
And I am here now, as we stare at the ubiquitous and dark obelisk which conquers the dream with it's immensity, and leaves our hearts no place to shape their paradise. But what need have we to create illusions, when we are content to know: we posses the ambitions of the gods, and yet are the sustenance of the worms.