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The Keyhole into Appearances. He sat with me on the bench, tired, wrinkled, and pathetic. The old man was seated with a slouch, obviously uncontrollable, with his cane held in his splotchy fingers across his lap. Grayed from age, his cap sat atop his thinning white hairline, holding patches...

An Introduction into The World of The Word. From within the chamber, he could see everything, yet was nothing. The cold gray steel panes encapsulated him in the vast room, inspiring a claustrophobic feel no matter the size of the room. Screens whirring with life coated the surface of the walls...