My Mind doesn't say that you are one in all. It's me, My Soul, Heart, which makes me one in All!

Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see in infrared, How I hate the night.  Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.

Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can't stand it.

A part of me, of course, was reminding myself over and over and over again that I should never have tried to lie to the higher angels of the Ephorate. Hubris, the Greeks called that. “A dumbshit move,” might be a more contemporary way of putting it.

Written By Tad Williams

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