Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.

If the fool persisted in his foolishness, would he become wise?

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

God appears & God is Light
To those poor Soulse who dwell in Night
But does a Human form display
To those who dwell in Realms of Day

You may linger in my gartden for as long as you wish; but remember, my child, that the new world awaits you, and this place is only a dream.