Last is like tomorrow ... when right on the edge of it ... it moves on into the future ... and admittedly this goes on ...
The elusiveness is time ... some claim to have a grip on it ... a vast indication that they lost it and suffer the binary dis ease of delusion versus illusion ... very similar attributes of the mystery as it goes ... can this quality be attached to anyone you know of from outside their circle of influence?
Thus the need to back off at last to look at the R's of self! All you can se at night are black arses ... night moils! Essentially unseen but presence is felt ... Çisur as one that sucks up delight.
These may be carved out of stone or the heart of a tree ... as wished ... one sinking image and the other floats ... a secure talent of the CR!
May give some indication of the source of the green monster ... sometimes labelled Kraken ... in other traditions something else ... yet the gods suffer avarice ... depending on the categorization ... tis imperative they be lumped together and made autonomous! You should know about them however or they could creep as Boes, Boaz, and other rising tempers ... boogies? Them's wheels on the back of the engine ... supports the weight of the fuel and fire ... tender?
Then there is that play around the topical streetcar ... may go by different labels! Zoan concerns ...