...OF GOLD AND OF SILVER

He staggered beyond the dawn, spoke the tongue, and passed his hand across the moon. As the wolf scratched the hard ground, and the weasel slipped through the wet grass, the cosmos moved and the cosmos flexed. It is silent within the realms, silent with intention. He gathered the steps, gathered the pathways, sang of the great mansion, and of the doors and gateways that lay open beyond the ether. Such are the days of gold and of silver. To stand upon the names of men, to stand upon the lives of wolf and of weasel, to play with the moon, and to whisper at the stars...life eternal.