An ancient man's freely given wisdom

An old, weathered man, hardened from summers and winters, once spake to me a passage from the book he wrote. His lips trembled, only just able to muster the strength to quiver sounds through the cracked skin of his jaw. His skin, oaken in texture and colour of leather, quivered and told me truths and facts of the universe we shared. I leave the evidence of these for those who stumble upon them, all below...