Alas, the sun sets upon this age as it sets in the west. And for this darkness that falls upon all those who once built the world, worlds upon worlds, tis a darkness of dreamless sleep. The darkness of death. With the end of this age so too must end us all. We who dreamed the visions placed by God into our hearts are now the fading dream. It will be for another generation that we do not know to pick up these bricks and build the world anew. For our world, so hardly wrought, is gone and with it too must we go. There is no more room in this new age with its new hues for those who once loved, laughed and lived in these old stones.
Time and time again there was chance to gather unto us all that we needed. Now with time having been spent, we lament our lost opportunities like grains of sand slipped through our fingers. Do not sing sad songs for us masons of old. We have lived our bricks unto the fullest, and as the sun so dies, so too do we and crumble all that we built.
-- Lament of the Gray Knight
There is no such thing as chaos in God's universe, there is only the lack of human understanding; our inability to see how the system works and interacts. --Avery Christy