'... what men do not understand is that what the dead have quit is itself no world but is also only the picture of the world in men's heart ... the world cannot be quit for it is eternal in whatever form as are all things within it. In those faces that shall now be forever nameless amoung their outworn chattels there is writ a message that can never be spoken because time would always slay the messenger before he could ever arrive.' - Cormac McCarthy, 'The Crossing'

Each Secret Pointing the Way to An Old Dilapidated Tenement with a Small Farm in the Courtyard Where even Hash can't Stop the Dreams of What They Took Away.