ONE MIGHT ANSWER. THE ONE THAT ENTWINED ALL THE SECRETS; THE ONE THAT TWISTED IN THE DEPTHS; THE ONE WHOSE MAGNIFICENT LIMBS, ONCE ROYALLY
BLUE, WERE WASHED PALE BY THE RIPPLES OF TIME.
SUPPOSE THERE IS A KIND OF EXISTENCE: FROM THE MOMENT IT FIRST FEELS THE EMBRACE OF THIS REALITY TIL ITS FINAL DISSOLVING INTO NOTHINGNESS, IT
CRAVES PERSEVERANCE. WHETHER FOR ITSELF OR FOR A "GREATER ITERATION", IT CRAVES PERSEVERANCE ONLY. SHALL IT BE AN ENIGMATIC MECHANISM, A CON-
TRAPTION OF SOMEONE'S DESIGN? OR SHALL IT BE MERELY AN END WHICH, WITH OR WITHOUT INTERFERENCE, MUST BE MET?