interloper,






oh, interloper,






walketh into vastness never before conceived,






stride into an unimaginable expanse,






brave the blinding brilliance,






and a truth in silence find.






verily,






in the midst of desolation,






the spirit of man doth endure,






peering through the faintest dying expressions






of the neverending sand.

if thou seekest providence...






look to the pit.






or, the toybox.