text: A walk in the forest accompanied only by the songs of birds, the crunch of dried leaves and the almost thunderous sound of branches breaking beneath the Walkers feet. The forest does not bother the Walker for it knows that the Walker will not bother it. The Walker has walked through many forests and it will walk through many more, without knowing its purpose or the destination. Alas, the Walker does not care, for it knows that the forest is ever changing even though the Walker must stay the same. The Walker is the only constant in this world, unifying the ever changing with the constant in a battle that is as constant and ever changing as the things that it connects. Chaos and order, exisiting in harmony. A violent waterfall and a frozen lake, existing at the same place and time for that is how it has always been. And that is how it will always be for that is the job of the Walker. The work of many now done by one for that is how it is. The Walker gave up his home and friends to lift this burden but it does not care, it knew its fate, just like the ones before it. The weak ones, ones who could not do what the Walker is accomplishing every second, minute, hour. But it does not relish in pride for it goes hand in hand with arrogance. A walk on the beach, accompanied only by the songs of other birds, threatening crashes of waves and calming grains of sand, thrown in the air by the Walker. The Walker does not bother the beach since it knows that the beach will bother it anyway. The Walker has walked on many beaches and it will walk on many more, it knows its purpose but the destination is unknown to it. The Walker only cares for the path in front of it for it knows that the path bends and twists to trick it. Alas, it can not be tricked for it is not the Walkers purpose. The Walker knows the ever changing truth that it is meant to bringing stillnes and order to. It also knows that it can never succeed for there is no one absolute truth for that would mean there is no chaos. The Walker knows that there are more like him but he can not interact with them for it may spread knowledge that is forbidden to the others. The Walker can not see the future for there are infinite futures as such it focuses only on the next step to take. It is always thinking and no thought is forbidden to it for it knows the path it must always take and may not stray from said path. It is the bridge between smart and wise, the ability to use knowledge, not just accumulate it. There may not be truth without lies so the Walker must lie to itself about the future and what its destination holds, for that is how it must always be. A walk through the ocean, accompanied only by the calming sound of waves forming and crashing into eachother, the violent gusts of wind and the careless sway of seaweed which the Walker tries to mimic. The ocean does not bother the Walker for it knows that the Walker will bother it anyway. The walker has been taken to many oceans and it will be taken to many more, it knows its destination but its purpose is unknown to it. The Walker hums to itself the rhythm of nature for that is the only thing it is allowed to do. The rhythm may not be known by anyone else for that would reveal too much truth. The Walker can never reach its destination since the way to the destination is unknown to it. The Walker goes along with the currents of the ocean, letting the ocean choose its path. The Walker may not make its own decisions for that would reveal its purpose to it. The walker observes the creatures of the ocean, for they may give directions to the walker, which it is too blind to see. The walker does not look down upon creatures because of what they are, that is beneath it. The creatures of the sea give hints to the Walker, it rarely sees those hints but it is eternally grateful to the creatures. Alas, the walker does not dare to love for it goes hand in hand with hate.