There's a block of gloomy darkness beyond the gray yonder. Since I can't see what's sitting there, I can't help but ponder whether there's solid ground upon which a guy could wander. Or would one fall into a void - a life forthwith squandered. Who can know if they don't ever go, but leave it to the guessing? No staked claims or stated aims, I find the mystery distressing. I listen to the stories, but can't sup what they're expressing, I know they've never been there either, and it's creed they're professing. So I'll start in that direction, moving slowly as I go, and if I should fall before the wall, I'll bear that I can't know.