What is there to say about Dylan Lane Mitlehner that has not already been said. He is the beginning, he is the end. He is the king of all kings, he is the footman slain on the field of battle. He always tells the truth yet always lies. He is the tallest mountain of creation and he is its most insignificant pebble. He is nothing, has nothing, and will always be nothing, and yet he is all that will ever be. As the great Tolstoy said, “we sleep when we don’t love. We are childwen of the dust… but one falls in love and one is a God, one is pua’ as on the fihst day of cweation…” (War and Peace Book II, Chapter IV).