“Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.”

“There is no dead matter,” he taught us, “lifelessness is only a disguise.”  His voice sank pressed against the wall, “We have lived for too long. We wish. We wish; we want, we want we want-- We are not,” he said, “long-term beings.  Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary.”