[John Asherah]

Though the conflicts which rage across the world are not limited to one individual, all is won or lost within the collective recesses of each single heart.

In twain the world is riven, but not beyond healing.

The courage of one ensures the safety of many.

When the way becomes familiar, the map is forgotten.

All words fall to dust and something better rises in their stead.

All that lives will converse, no language divide one from another.

The seer and the seen become one.