The time comes soon to dance between the stones. In rings made long ago by hands of ancestors whose names and faces are long forgotten. Whose words we try as we can to remember, but through the ages have become something else.
From the very rock.
Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.
Feeding on all.
Were it not for the fact that life is simple, users, usurpers and vultures of all kinds would have nothing with which to act.
Sounding the alarm.
They said it would come, they knew it would come, the prophets turned saviours implored.
I have seen the faith of my forebears.
I saw it without knowing what I saw, a would not have understood had it been explained to me then.