“Once again, the celestial wheel had turned, ushering in a new beginning. In those earliest days, the great I am was the what you can become, and the people of rose river were radiant reflecting the light of the stars in his eyes. With his coat of many colors, he had painted the world in his own image, upon the infinite ocean of time that has no meaning. And when the moon was full, he cultivated a beautiful garden, from whence, with ecstasy's cry, she brought forth the water of life.”