In the swaying candlelight I see all.
I feel at peace with the world.
Ancient mysteries flickering
In my shiny eyes.
Dancing shadows driven on
In their mad caperings by unseen draughts.
The paper I write upon glows cold.
Appreciate then how delicate
Is that framework we call technology.
Without Man's ability to go back to the start,
Technology is nothing.
Let's hope we will always know
What to do without it.
