“There were more of us, once. More who could make the mountains tremble in our rapture, or the waters boil with our ardor. We could speak, not with a glance, or a gesture, but with a thought. We could feel the life around us; the final sigh of the eldest ram, first breath of the newborn kid, even the heartbeat of the very world beneath our feet.
“Yet now, there is only one. The others have all gone, their memories fading with each passing year. Soon they will all be wiped away by the sands of time. Just one remains to continue on, alone and bereft. Just Jericho, last of all.”
"Remember, you go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you." - Rev. Peter R. Hale