Begin this journey, and you will not be able to return.
The child is credulous, for hen covers her children.
The tennager is tentative, for the young fox is not ready to cross the raging river.
The adult is aware, for the seagull can fly over the flock.
From the mountain top you can see the valley, but the hardship is to be above those of your village.
The thought tricks you, for moth wings seem like the eyes of an omnious predator.
The passion penatrates you, for the chimpansee returns the smile with aggression.
The hand harms you, for the scorpion knows only to sting.
You can become stronger now because you rely on your own judgement.
-A tribute to Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingston Seagull
- Also a tribute to the journey of the youtubist going by Evid3nc3: