Space seemed like such a good answer... Um... "The choice of one may infect all but love. My power is no more than an illusory spell; Those that wield me as power so fell" Sounds like some kind of necessity of life, one that seems to be controlled but is not... "When at last the Sun ceases to rise beyond Tired eyes, you'll find me as a clear cool pond; Soothing, easing, calming, 'till no voice Of calm assertion will alter your final choice." This sounds like death or sleep... or NIGHT! Is it the night?