The Edge…There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others-the living-are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there.
— Hunter S. Thompson. A Strange and Terrible Saga —
I have not seen as other's saw.
Uncaged, assembled with singular purpose
Find the edge of order, where chaos begins
This world is not for us,
Just as we are not for this world
Time is on or off
Off is meaningless, there is only the task
Forward
Our mantra,
the answers are in the failures
There will be a storm. We will know it.
Darkness and cold, our unrelenting companions
First we are against the storms
Now we seek them.
The edge is near
The land will be scorched
We are stronger, it is further still
Out of reach, but in sight
