Things Grow Old, Things Become New

There is nothing to stop us now. We are here with the world spread out around us and at our feet. Up on this highest hill we can see as far as seeing goes, to the places of horizons and mists. These are places where rumours and legends grow. Who really knows what lies beyond, what lies beyond the next bend in the road? We have maps; we have the tales of those who have passed this way before. But neither can tell us everything, and sometimes they do not tell us anything.

Here and there are the remnants left behind by those who have passed this way before. They are little use to us. Each day the world changes as each dawn brings a new world into shape around the new day. We have not passed this way before; time changes the shape of the world around us. Things grow old, things become new.