As far as the eye can see, the void is simply that–a void. I’ve been in that void before and forced myself to adjust. And now, finally, I end up where I began, and I’d better get used to it. No one will weave dreams for me–it is my turn to weave dreams for others. That’s what I have to do. Such dreams may have no power, but if my own life is to have any meaning at all, that is what I have to do.