From On High

"Where are you going?" she asks me.

"I'm going to the mainland," I reply, "There's something there to learn."

"What is it you wish to learn?"

"I want to know where the rock is," I say, "Then I will have my answer."

"What is the question, child?"

"I can't say now. It's not for me to know the question, only the answer."

"Why do you speak with cryptic effigy and sacred faces?"

"That is how you taught me, and the pupil has learned well."

"Write it down and store it up, so the passers won't know why."

"I've done that already, and still they know me. The heat flows from my hands."