Afar the hunter rises to tread the path above, while I stand down below and marvel, bound by my humility. Am I, a man of lower birth, fit to tread his path? He shines above us all, but I am bound below. His thrice jeweled belt is seen by all and children call his name. Oh, who below can rise and follow on such a plane? Ready the ship! Prepare to rise and meet him where he stands. Tonight I’ll meet him face to face upon that plane. The world I know melts away, but still we fly ahead. Afar I see him smile from his perch and laugh. “Oh foolish man who tries to tread my path: to walk where those immortal stand. Mark how far you have to fall.”
“If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” -C.S. Lewis