The bones were still warm! But picked clean, and the rats were starting to chew out the marrow. As I stood there and looked at this human waste, and the gleaming eyes that were starting to surround me, and joked with my comrade-we had, Mike Reassert and I, we had climbed down into the city's sewer system, made during the Civil War days, to find jewelry caught in drain pipes and so forth, not realizing the blazing eyes and numerous amount of rats that infested the sewer system, and had been following us.

There's always an answer hidden behind our questions...It was the sunset like all other sunsets. The sunset, with sparkling tones of yellow and orange color combination dancing far on an estuary....

One evening, when during sunset, a mother and her little son walked up a hill-he had met her on her way back from work, talking about being a poet someday, perhaps even a farmer, that he'd take care of her when she got old. He had but to lifted his eyes, and there it was as clear as daybreak to be seen in her eyes, though in years, and miles away; and now with the day being covered over by night, an orange brightening surrounded the last opening of what was left of day. And what was the Great Truth?