The teaching and effort of all, of all, Philosophies, Science, Technologies, Arts, And Poetry, Is to return us to our origins. But, we can't go back as we were, We only can become, Merely become... Ghosts.

All will pass: our achievements and failures, loves and hatred, religions and science, but this will remain: the wonderer looking into the distance, the mist rising over the horizon.

...and all these distances become the place I run to when the dark rises, when I want your ghost to come to warm my winter sky and watch my summer stars.