[Interlude]
There's a man with a book, walking through his garden
The man is blind
The garden is a maze of paths that divide and branch and recombine
The book is heavy, you would not be able to lift it
He is chained to the book, or it is chained to him
It cannot be stolen; he cannot give it away
It contains your life
Every detail of your life
Everything that has happened to you
Everything that will happen one day
The things you've forgotten
The things you don't believe