Where does your arrow point? Nowhere! Yes, it points everywhere. But for what do you aim? For nothing! Yes, I aim with tender focus, quiet where kami play. Surely you felt the end? Your name unspoken. You died denied, then buried. Yes, my name lives on, too long to remember. But who else climbs the mountain with purpose? No one. Who else trembles beasts to flight? No one. Who else swims the ocean for hearts pierced with cedar? No one. Who else chars the fearless and burps their marrow? No one. Now run, for I begin again with you.