Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.
For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.