This is the story of man. It is only a story. He was only a man. Time will tell many things, of mice and many and splendid rings but inbetween the hours left when hearts are warm and hopes bereft let those who came and those who saw recall the words from before the fall. Of mighty words and mighty things, wrought upon the shields and skins of those who withered, dithered, die and those who never really tried.  Give grace, give love, give joy and mere Solace in the cosmos here, we asked for much and thought it weighty Surprised and perchance done laden with burdens deep and thoughts strong, all for want as though in song of fiery times best left alone. We lived and loved and burned in stone.