There is a long river that stretches on forever.
It winds its way through the trees of many forests,
and glides along the base of countless valleys.
I have been following this river all my life.
It's what our people do.
We were born within feet of the river's edge,
and one of our first sights is the water
slicing the earth in half.
When mother could walk again,
the movement continued, and since it had continued,
it has not stopped since.
It stops for nothing but birth.
The journey is not peaceful,
for an entity beyond comprehension
follows the river, too,
but not to seek its truths.
We never met this entity as children,
though many we knew had lost so much to its ravenous appetite.
"Best not to speak of it," they would say,
and they were met with appropriate silence.
Instead, we children were told tales
not of the beast, but of how we were to follow this river,
for at the end, we may find
the eternal truth.
"This is all we want to find," they would say.
"This is all we have wanted