what do we fear about monsters, claws, fangs, rot? Do we fear the monsters hiding in our midst, or is the true fear that one day we look upon ourselves and realize that the thing that went bump in the night was us?

Genius: To have moments of knowledge and wisdom far beyond the years of humankind, and the annoying tendency to win arguments against oneself.... in public

Legion

"What sort of thing are you?   How do you know me?"

The man crawled away from the shade, the cloaked man in front of him.

"I have seen what you are, what you will be, what you have not been. I have fought, I will fight, and I will save you. I, we know everything about you and at other times nothing. Our struggle takes place on more planes then you know, then I, we first knew. You may call me Legion, for I am many."

The Children's Cradle, opening

Within the cradle, the children slept, as soon as they began to sing there was war.  The children began dismantling their cradle.  The cradle could no longer keep the children as they were; some went deep within the cradle into caverns of iron and steel, some fled to the wilds praying their very beginnings would save them, the rest cast off the cradle as they went to the skies.  Now the children sing again and war begins anew