looking ahead , the wheels tread an indefinite and treacherous path to a place yet undiscovered , which should soon take shape , but only upon arrival ; looking back , you could see the hard-pressed mud of wheels migrating from the ashes of their origins : ashes that had once animated the stillness of eve to a frenzied rant of forms soaked in spiritsbut these images now faded as the previous night passed into the oblivion of bitter , regretful memory .