V, or, An Imperfect 4 and 2
Time's effect is to soften and reduce to broad strokes the nuance and beauty of things. The sands of time erode the neck of the hourglass, widening the aperture and speeding its measure with each turn.
To wish for the false simplicity of moons long fallen is folly, it is a yearning for something which has never been and can never be whilst the eye is turned to the flank. Take Worry and Care to your belt, rather than set them to fester in the swamp you leave behind.
Eons, erudite or empty-headed, are ever exalted. This is Epsilon, the Hierophant; our greatest living library is history and its succession, yet under the lens of long years its potency wanes, power fading as it slips out of grasp.
- Samryl