If sleep be denied me, so be it. For in her place I will invoke sublime conflagrations of ancient prodigy, and wander in awe and silent fellowship among the dark forests of mystery’s inner kingdoms. My lips will lend their sacred kiss to all that is hidden and beautiful. Keep me awake once more, and the angels and I will ardently recover the virtues and insights of which the very essence of our spirits must partake. If sleep be denied me, let her jealousies be inflamed… for all I shall have in her stead.