Even in the early morning haze of mist, this place seems untouched by gloom. The tranquil night slowly giving way to morning light gives off a soathing comfort as I sit here, watching and working quickly on this infernal machine. How can I not enjoy such reverance? How can I not sit and wait for the coming of the light?

It's been a while since last I saw such stillness. The last time...well, that's not important. Thoughts I don't want slowly give way to thoughts that I would enjoy. It's like a metaphor of night to light. Even the slowly chattering trees speak volumes as they sway with the breeze. How can I not listen? Any more and it would be a story best forgotten.

Oh, for this moment not to end. My mind profused with coherent thought. The elimination of unconsciousness with understanding of self. I wish that was true.