The Long Vigil

Like sunlight, I touch all things, yet nothing do I gain; I am neither richer nor poorer than I was at the beginning of things. Passion, hope, pain, grief, leave me unchanged (I shed universes and moult cycles). To the eye of the world I am tossed like a cork on rough waters, But I know I have stood Here since the Day of the Primal Appearance, Transfixed in supreme wonder, Rigid in pride, dissenting, unmoved.