Regardless of fortune, if a creature survives long enough, the time will eventually come to digress. The only real fortune exists not within his experience, but within his hope that his experience will be sustained and expounded upon by a voice even more powerful or profound or meaningful than his own. Such a creature can not expect to find any comfort or completeness or satisfaction in anything he has shown, but might expect instead to finish his time discovering vulnerabilities he has never known. Just as wood turns to ashes and ashes to dust and dust into wood again, any words he knew which might have changed the course of time will soon belong to another more powerful beast so that they can be said again, and heard again, until it is time for that beast to digress as well, and the words can be repeated from the beginning.