think of i can't go on, i'll go on. you know i said that before when you were here and it was plain i would go on though sometimes iffy. there were times before you it was impossible yet i go on so it was possible. possible is what is then not what was impossible. the sense scramble and coalesce like beings who gather randomly daily in the park, in harold park where harold's gone. there is death and many deaths now and it's possible so i go on. you know how you were with this little kid, arthur? what if he comes after you, how you and i will welcome him.