The world breathes the same. The waters still the same. Nothing has changed a bit; your life continues the same. History repeats, everything the same.
And every mind thinks, the same:
What of that enigma that was no Camper? What of the beast with the wheels that disappeared down this tunnel? Will I ever see it again? Will it ever allow itself to be seen again?
Will I ever learn its secrets?
Come a year, everything the same.
Come a hundred years, everything the same.
Come a thousand, everything the same.
Come the end of the universe, everything the same. Now to play it all over again. Now to try once more for the passion play. Now to try once more to learn, to escape.
Once more, with feeling.
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