"Action follows form. Form follows thought. We have thought deeply on the shape of the future. The forms have been established and now is the time to act."
Once we were mighty, Stars bent to our will, Our reach was infinite, Our power incontestable, With outstretched hands we tried, To touch the face of perfection, But we came too close, To that which is not due mortals, And our punishment is our curse, Our endless sorrow.