You gather and hold life in a Hope that has its origin in wishes.Wishes, that "He who writes history" will come. You are counseling with scholars, shouting for a tale that does not end,as you know it does. You have thoughts of an ending that holds good feelings.Feelings which you do not know or understand.Truly I say you, Man gathering in flocks:  Do not look for endings without me.Do not believe in wise men who say that air can not turn into soot. Do not own a single Hope without me. Yes, Listen, Man in flock...Time will come when you will speak with shivering voices and think with Fear. For Hope is confusingly similar to your faith.This I say you. Remember this.