on speaking in generalities II

Horus Kemwer, perched on a throne of sunset amber, lips set in disgust, but eyes dripping with futile tears, as the unfathomable blackness sweeps through the world and darkens even immortality, his broad wings spread to stem the tide which cannot be stemmed, facing the defeat he knew from the dawn of time to be his destiny, laments: "The man who speaks in generalities can never speak falsely, for to speak so is to say nothing at all."