Ben R.

"As you see it is, while the seeing lasts, dark-nightmare history, time as coffin; but where the water was rigid there will be fish, and men will survive on their flesh til spring. It's coming, my brother. Believe it or not. Though you murder the world, turn plains to stone, transmogrify life into I and it, strong searching roots will crack your cave and rain will cleanse it. My promise. Time is the mind, the hand that makes (fingers on harpstrings, hero-swords, the acts, eyes of queens). By that I kill you." - Beowulf to Grendel.