I'm starting to view them as blind old men bickering over nonsense and having little people running around their feet and occasionally telling them stories about the world in exchange for not being stepped on.
Madness string 3210
Circle to circle, the ends cannot hold. But it doesn't matter. There are no ends to dreams, not that cannot come around once more. Now I'm going back there and I'm taking you with me, and we are going to do what should have been done all along. We are going to find the most perfect possible future... even if it is really only the past.