In spite of direct dependencies on that which only the five senses can communicate, the wretched undead felt for on ecstatic moment the abstraction of their reality – that it was the superficial upon which they dined, not the colorous content nor the pure light of reality, merely the distracting surface – penetrate the border, the boundary, the limitation – grasp the untouchable infinite and accept it as life, for this is the cure of the undead, the walking corpses.

Editor’s note – written in July 2001