Well, it's capital G again. Possessive, instrumental, prepossessing. Farther, sun, the holes ghosted the sides and no longer exist but for the light. I am not. You are not. No greatness synonymizes with deitime, in or out of co-space. Look to eyes and again the light for proof of darkness and insignificance fright; anxious demons depressive angels kneel at imagery pray to the wish for an affirmative nod; may we not join these addicts in quest for protagonism--- we are no Beowulf no Yahweh no Santa Claus and neither is anything else.