All that he learned, Pachacuti E, and saw and did was never told, or written down, but he did leave a
journal of sorts for me, moreover, a brief written account, more like a letter, in his Peruvian native to
ngue -Quechua-... and now I understand why E did not write down everything. He viewed unfailingly,
repulsion he had no words for; on the other hand, it became of a morbid interest in the 'seeds of time.'
To my understanding much he reframed from witnessing, doing, consuming. And many of the times he
wished he had a Rosary, although not Catholic, and I'm unsure even if he was a Christian or of any
certain faith, he just mentioned it in passing, but as he also told me, 'What is done is done,' it sounds like a quote from Macbeth, and he wrote me, Dr. D.L. Siluk, 'I fear, Ayre, by this, this day's end you
shall see me no more, nor shall I set sight, again of the sun? Long ago, I had found the padlock to
hell's door? To its eldritch passages. This is my newest state. When I am in this world, I am a rat...
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