The End is the Beginning etc.

Lost in time and place, inconsistent in creation, he sat alone whispering. Whispering. Long strands of eloquent soliloquies of the ambiguity of time came pouring from the mute man's mouth. From burning tongues to crystalline stars, man's destiny became clear, his purpose was to die. Even as the man recited grand orations his age whitered as tree with no water, and in the midst of the beginning came the climax of humanity as the man collapsed gasping. The broken lips of the prophet let loose one last flutter of brilliance, the man's one true destination for all, one word that could crumble continents. "Love."