has anyone here ever gone so far, as to inquire why, when some who wouldn’t whatsoever wonder where we went will withhold whatever were to happen, one, who stays, not within, but without, the entire expanse clear from what was, wills all that will be to be subsumed, not by chance, but by willpower’s great horns, mighty and strong, wherewithal worn with all its patches and tears, torn with all its thatches bare, insolent and proud, and made into nothing by her hands?