I have tapped into the spirit of my age, redefining my voice to meet its needs. It is a moment now captured, as a wound scarred over, words flowing as healing life-blood through my mind to this page. This is not what was, probably not what will be, but remains as it is, a foundation of ever-burning fire. These words are an answer to the marching orders I received, and I confirm my resolution to now serve. (This Season can also be found in Collection 2: Rags of Gallery)