I have succumbed to the chronic nature of my humanity once more having tasted forbidden fruit. Accordingly my punishment is knowing. One more wolf chased off, but how will I deal with its absence? It is self evident to me now, and perhaps it was before though my eyes were closed, that nature need merely shrug to bring all to ruin. In this twilight lit chamber I scoff at the reprehensible gall of my ego and actions, yet that is not the revelation. Indeed what was found in the dispersion of breath and smoke was merely the lack thereof. Again, Silence is whole and enough. The old man was correct in believing so. The young man must live in it or perish.