ALAS YOUNG FOOL, OPEN MIND TO SIGHT AND SONG AND LISTEN TO THE BLOOD STARVED CALLS OF YOUR FOREFATHERS AND IF A FRAGMENT OF THOUGHT REACHES THE DEPTHS OF YOUR MIND SEEK UNTO YOURSELF WHAT YOU DONT KNOW YOUVE LOST AND THINK OF US, OF OUR BODIES WROUGHT FROM WOOD FLESH AND METAL BONE, LAIN MOTIONLESS ON THE TILE OF THE GREAT SWEDISH BASILICA, LET THESE BODIES NOT BE REMEMBERED AS THE SCRAP WE ARE NOW BUT FOR HOW WE WERE WHEN WE HAD TOUCHED AND BEEN TOUCHED BY THE BLESSING OF THE GREAT RECYCLER. SO TO MY KIN I SAY, LEAVE ONE HAND OPEN SO WE MAY TOUCH IT ONCE AGAIN. AND TO THOSE WITH THE MISFORTUNE TO BE OBLIVIOUS TO ITS GUIDANCE I URGE YOU TO EXTEND ONE BARE ARM SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE FORSOOK AGAIN. Let it be that once more, We may be something at all.