"a god one moment and the next - a moth!

thou seemest now no waif of paradise,

but rather a flower ordained to doom

and fragrant of disaster." (ii.3).

we write because we are forced to be forever okay and therefore silent documentation in our own methods are the only way we may say what needs to be said - warn about what needs warning. the best writers are often the most isolated. because they not only write encoded truth, but read it as well. the rarest of all are interpreters. we write for them too.

https://archive.org/details/lilithpoem00sterrich/page/n13/mode/1uptgius