I AM COMMANDED TO BE SALT, TO BE A BEACON OF LIGHT ON A HILL, TO STAND AGAINST THE DARKNESS CREEPING FROM THE HORIZON. I AM A WATCHMAN FOR THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD YET TOO OFTEN I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT LIGHT IS IN ITS FULLNESS. FOR THE SKY'S HUES WEAVE LIKE A BASKET BECOMING TOO INTRICATE, TOO COMPLEX FOR MY EYES TO DISCERN WHEN I AM UNDER IT. THE DARKNESS CREEPING AFAR I RECOGNIZE STILL! I STILL DISCERN ITS SHADOWS LENGTHENING BUT I AM LOSING THE KNOWLEDGE, THE SKILL AND THE MEMORIES OF COMPREHENDING THE TRUTHS OF LIGHT BECAUSE I HAVE TOO OFTEN WILLINGLY SUBMITTED TO BE UNDER THE EASY BREEZES OF WHITE LIES THEN TO STAND WITH WIDE STANCE AGAINST THE HARSH WINDS WHICH IS MY DUTY. THE COLDNESS WAS TOO MUCH I WOULD SAY TO MYSELF SO I NEED TO HUDDLE DOWN AND TURN MY BACK TO THEM, TO FIND ANY SHELTER FROM THEM, TO WEAVE ANY PROTECTION FROM THE BITTER BITES OF THEIR GUSHES. BESIDES I WOULD SAY TO MYSELF LOOK AT THE OTHER DIMMING HILLS AROUND YOU BEHOLD THE MANY WATCHMEN HUDDLING AGAINST THE GROWING STRENGTH OF THE ARCTIC WINDS. SURELY IT IS THE RIGHT ACTIONS FOR ME TOO. WE HAVE CHOSEN TO FORGET THAT BEFORE THE DARK NIGHT FALLS IT IS HERALDED BY ITS DIMMING MINIONS OF GREY GHOSTS. WE HAVE CHOSEN TOO OFTEN TO REMEMBER NO MORE THE TRUTH THAT THE LANDS UNDER THE DOMINION OF THESE GREY SHADES ARE ALREADY PART & PARCEL OF THE SHADOWLANDS, THEY'RE THE OUTLANDS OF THE DARK LORD'S REALM...I AM A WATCHMAN STILL, MY LIGHT SHINES FORTH FROM MY TORCH TO ILLUMINATE THE INSIDES OF MY WARM BASKET AND I AM ONE OF MANY SUCH WATCHMEN.