How can you ever explain what this is? You wander through your personal world pointing here and there, thinking this or that, pulling in this bromide and that from the stale bookshelves of wisdom and truth that litter a useless mind; but still you can only pull back from the world you knew, the people you depended upon for support and guidance and love. You look out onto the infinite landscape; you were never told it would be like this. Yet somehow you know what it is. You have been here before; ancient memories become truth; one step innocently leads to the next.