A lone eagle floating in the early morning sky cried out as The Seeker crested the Himalayan plateau; he’d been on a quest for enlightenment for so long, he’d forgotten his name.
He’d supposed that the tales of a lone wiseman sitting in front of a fire, reading a book, answering questions of those in search of wisdom, were just that.
He never expected a welcome mat. It said “Welcome” on it.
As he looked up from this unexpected discovery, he looked out to see rows of hovels, lots of wise-people, with signs identifying language and faith.
Organization. Wise.
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