I stand here now and now and now many times, this view, this ground...


This is where I always choose to stand. I put my feet where I put my feet before and where I will again and I look at the sky.


Great things moving, rendered small with distance, lesser things not moving, watching me.


I always stand here, resolute. Then fall back to that point, there, where everything shatters...


(The sky isn't special here, certainly no better than any other sky, but it's the view I know best.)


The silent avalanche begins. Rock and dust. Falling chaos. Machines, as a rule, hate chaos.


Our enemies outflank us from below, above, left, right, before, beyond. The Traveler - shattering.


There are always the dead. Their names shift.


Sometimes I think I see myself among the dead.


But I am resolute.