On the staircase of sephiroths in the imagery of life, i heard him mumble, felt him tremble. To amaze my amazement, he gave me an eye. It was such a tricky situtauon, believe me-- to be eyed upon by the man who knew it all.
I stumbled a little, confused as I was, asked his confusion. And he held my hand and asked, 'Eli what took you so long?'.
Its been quite sometime, quitesometime, quietsome time, that I am the man now, who knows it all. Waiting for the next one on the stair below.