A whisper of comfort, O gratefully I hear it, "There is hope and there is a way, but between this self-shaped horror and the Glorious Ones there is an uncrossable chasm. In sorrow and anguish, it must seek a road, it must go its own dark way, as you must go yours in the light. Turn back, turn
again towards the light; the compassion in your own heart does nought to bridge the gulf between, unless it strikes a responsive spark within the other heart".