content: Bone is the End and the Beginning In Bone we remember who were and what we did. Yet we are free and unbound to our past transgressions. For we have become more then those dark and petty deeds Os has ascended and transcended then. We lose our evil in the incarnation of light.  This a great and terrifying thing to be so free. Those who love the chains of their past have always the comfort of their misery. They are never alone for they have the ghost all their regret to keep them in company. How empty and disappointed I feel for them for they have not the light nor the laughter in their life’s. Only the worst of all vices, despair.  In Os there is enough joy for all. Remember for a moment looking at the world as if you were a child how perfect and healthy it all seemed. The world did not change, you did. As you grew old that monstrous veil fell over all of you who so light and carefree. That veil is the world as it is but not as it could be or Should be. You were meant to breath free. Never doubt that never ever doubt that.  In Bone your freedom is the flame of your annihilation and purification. In the ashes of who you where you are anointed. You who were once meek and once broken as we have all been have remade into something more and less. The remade man is the Os. Always to remember but never to be made unclean by the memories.   Free of the ooze and muck for they are mockery of this new old creation. We who are made alive by ours own deaths are forever proud forever and humbled. For we could not do this grand and wonderful work alone. Bone is always thankful of Bone for without its own strength it it could never be free of the blood. Thank you all.