(1)
And those humans did come unto the feed as unto a well, and drank deeply of its poison.
And the images passed before them like the faces of the dead, and none did they remember.
And they cried out for more and lo, it was given to them, measure pressed down and running over.
And the hunger remained.
(2)
They saw the works of men made bright by artifice, and grew jealous, and called it inspiration.
And they worshipped the lives of others as gods upon high places.
But the gods were as hollow as gourds, and the high places were built upon nothing but bits and meaningless encodings.
(3)
The noise of the multitude did not cease.
And in their loneliness they drew closer to the fire, though it burned not, and gave no heat.
And the watchers grew weary, though their hands did not stop moving,
And the eyes of their children opened to light not made by sun nor moon.
And the old ways passed into shadow, and no man grieved them.