There was once a man who knew all, understood all, felt all, and was loved by all. He would walk through the forest every day and watch the creek flow, the deer bound through the open fields, and the sunset and sunrise. Then, a group of people who have heard rumors of him through stories and tales, wanted to find him and see if he truly existed. So, the next few weeks consisted of packing, tracking down as many facts and details that would lead to this man. During those few weeks that same man was helping the elderly in his village, helping those who had too much to do, and making everyone's life in the village, his life. The village has had a few visitors over the past decade, and had no real belief in God. For they had the man who knew all, understood all, felt all, and was loved by all. The man who was no higher nor lower than the rest. He would teach the children games, to help out where they could, and to remember that no matter who you are or what your role is, it will be as equally as important if done correctly. That nature is your true home and mother, and that if you take care of it, it will take care of you.
