There are strange and wonderful sights beyond this darkness, but you have not the words to understand. I’d be speaking gibberish. One day you will see, I pray, and then, oh joy, we shall speak anon of those glories. Till then, dreams will come of it, for it is the place of your conception and your nature calls for it. Dream, then, and enjoy this moment now, this incompleteness. It too will take on new colors when the sun rises again. You shall look back and see what you are blind to now. You may find you were always home.
And Beyond
Tale Told 