To understand the shadows cast by the towering figure of the sage, we must embark on a journey fathomless in its serenity. Listen well, for the mountain speaks in echoes.
Begin with Morning's Sigh, the first step upon the clouds of thought: "To rise is to better understand the levels of one's domain." - The Hidden Tommecrane, Volume II1
Reply not to the winds before learning their dance, for they whisper secrets only learned kin may recognize: "Missing rhythm is the dance of the unseen." - The Wind Symphony2
Stars, the perennial compass of wisdom, declaim their verse to the identity astral: "Each star knows not why it burns, only how truly to shine."3
Bridges awaiting footsteps lead nowhere without purpose. The giant argues: "To construct an arch of far-reaching intent is to secure eternity in fleeting moments."
The snow, unyielding blanket to the wandering thought, offers the starkest pause in the streams of speech: "Silence is the vehicle upon which intention sails its course unbroken."4
Structural paths must be paved to reach the abode of mellifluous reflections. Without structure, the thesis vanishes like dew at dawn.