There, beholden upon our eyes, was the seed unfolding by the light of the green. The green eyes of the grass which contains in itself a multitude of infinities. By my hands and the ever moving standards of my wisdom buried deep in my mind; stand here like the grace of forever, and throw thyself under the dust of time. For an old man lays down his head from a life gentle and kind. The streets surrounding him hum and echo with his brilliance, and the eyes of all the world are upon his sweet face at the moment of death. The children wept gently for their friend, who had given them such great care and wisdom, for he had left his wealth behind for the sickest among them. They all held hands and wept. Then their weeping by the hospital became the hourglass which unfolds softly across the earth and reveals the heart of everything. And so they melt away for a second, and they see the fabric of the night, and the blessedness of the stars.