Precious marbles! Exclaims the bad-tempered little fellow. Precious! They are all precious and they are all going to be mine! ELVES! GREMLINGS! they call us but deeep inside they know. . .WE ARE THE THIRD WHEEL! that keeps the engine going!FOOLS! fools! they are I tell you. . .

Precious marbles, rumbles the bad tempered little fellow and they are all going to be mine, he whispers as he opens the golden book where he places his newfound marble. . . When will they learn, he murmurs as he observes his collection and places the book of the shadows back to the bookcase.

The third wheel gets the Grace, he grunt. This is what they don't know yet. . . Troublemakers! Makers of mischief!he growls. Like marbles on a tray they scatter and I collect them! Precious they are all precious! And  they will all be mine and only mine! And they will never know. . .  it's my secret, he mutters - no one will take it from me!

The golden book of the souls! The book of the ultimate power!!! Is mine but I will call it the book of the shadows and they will know it as the ancient book of the dead, he fizzles. . .

FOOLS! fools they are I tell you. . . They try to create life and be the rulers of the universe and for that they are wiling to sell their souls -  Makers of mischief! FOOLS! Or the peacemakers - TROUBLEMAKERS! But let them scatter on the tray of flat out truths and I will collect their precious souls! My precious marbles!

Let them call me Sméagol! GOLLUM! Let them believe that they have not become a shadow of their true selves!Let them wonder in the darkness or the light! Trapped in my precious collection! But I love them so much. . . I wish they knew how much I love them - I feel so alone, he sighs as he opens the book and takes a marble in his hand.

{inside the marble he can see how you live your life}