Before a narrow passage in the rock,
the old one slows down.
He places each step with care
and moves forward
without looking back.
Some paths are not chosen.
They are followed.
The young one watches…
then follows the same path.
— Sënka_
WHAT DID YOU FEEL ?
The rock doesn’t move.
You do.
Most people stop here.
He didn’t.
He didn’t.
If it stayed with you… follow.