Let it be known I was there from the beginning of that fool’s dash to the end.  Quite literally I was, for I stood as the first to meet him after thirty years of his imprisonment.  A nation had risen...

“This darkness is beautiful, in an odd way.  Is it not?” came a voice. “Father, it is not darkness; it is the very fabric of absence.  Not even darkness lies out there,” came another. “Hrmph. ...