Look up into the light of the lantern. Don’t you see? The calm of darkness is the horror of Heaven. We’ve been apart too long, too painfully separated. How can you bear to dream, to give up watching? I think you must be dreaming, your face is full of mild expectancy. I need to wake you, to remind you that there isn’t a future. That’s why we’re free. And now some weakness in me has been cured forever, so I’m not compelled to close my eyes, to go back, to rectify—
