Unknownus Augustareum

Should something be known about these mental processes of sorts save that which already is then much rather, and that is the erstwhile natures of these all things considered. In this case, there's nothing standing between the dreams and the visions and the hopes then unchecked of man. Nothing at all save that of relative heaven and life then beyond. Should man fail as before with the fallen fail to recognize his place once again, I fear greatly for the disaster which stalks in the night waiting but to devour them all. I fear greatly of it's returning to haunt once again. Nor is it helping any, your failing to keep away from that bottle of relative poison. Sure some might find the tale of a ex-poisoner now somewhat reformed in his chore to be mildly attractive, yet nothing is there in stopped one he had trained from taking his place very much rather. That is to say, his only most childish in prodigy. Surely something must be done to keep the imagination unchecked from running headlong into danger or whatever you'd call it then at the end. It's something particularly for the restorement of general function beyond what a few good wishes and achievements possibly could hope to have rendered. Much more, we'll call it a holy anointment of purpose.