He sees all of eternity in every waking moment, ever lost in the awe of his knowledge of everything that has, does, and may exist across the expanses of the infinite. His thoughts a web of unknowable dimension, his existence the bedrock substance of timeless realms. His knowledge of the natural and unnatural worlds ceaselessly rendering him unable to move, unable to speak to the incomprehensible horrors to which his conciousness bears constant witness. He remains, paralyzed across the expanses of all time so that we.. may be merry. He is Woody.. The Dartmouth Christmas Tree..
