As the wheel of time turns, places and people wear many names. Many different faces that disguise themselves as hope and grace and freedom. If you are not careful, they can easily fool you. Set you on a path of falsity and despair. It's so hard to stay the course, because no one knows the great pattern the wheel weaves, or even the pattern of an age. We can only watch, and study, and hope. Yet we shall be born to face our fears, born once more as we were born before and shall be born again, time without end. So let us weep for our salvation.
