Tangled limbs of man’s burden reach within its own pool of riches. Extracting all the needs they require. Fiber by fiber these limbs will dig till they have reached their splendor. For this splendor is the host of mortal man’s desire: a feast, a home, a body of delight. All treasures kept from mortal man’s sight. Leave these limbs to find their home. It’s not our choice to reach, but it’s the limb’s choice to do it alone.