'Ahh yes!' a moments pause. The haggardly wizard with his pupils dilated to a creamy black, gazes deep into the cave, almost like a starving sage gazing at tangible truths or a sated beggar gazing at the cryptic stars, determined to expound whatever mysteries the universe has to tell him, like whether pluto feels as dejected as he does or if shooting stars are really spacecrafts for fallen angels, and with his cracked, dried lips the wizard echos, 'Some realize later than others and some never realize at all that never was it summer, but always late fall.'