EPILOGUE

In the desert there is a beast roaming alone and quite mad. The beast believes truth to be held captive by its heart and that this truth excuses its actions. Violence being the action excused most frequently. But the terminus for all beasts is the same regardless of their hearts and all beasts wish to be the exception.

In void, beasts grow out of material culled from creation and are then thrusted into unforgiving light. A great din fills this interim. The cacophony soon becomes nemesis. Beasts combat this unpleasant noise with a tumult of their own making in an attempt to stave off madness. The discordance of beasts creates great shadows which loom over ages and ages until such a time as a mighty crescendo threatens to silence all. Noise recedes but the din always begins anew. Interpretations of this pandemonium are as numerous as the stars above. And the hearts of beasts clash with a fervor particular to desperate ego and vainglorious righteousness.

All beasts return to the void from whence they came.

Din will die along with light and shadows will become shadow.

This truth I hold captive in my heart.