You live where your people have always lived, and you keep to their ways, the old ways.
At certain times, you go to the Wood, and there you call the Master.
And He comes, in beauty and terror.
And now, for this, you could die, and with you, the old ways.
So you take what you have and leave what you know and entrust yourself to the Sea.
To a new life, to a New World. And there, at a certain time, you go to the Wood.
(And such a Wood!)
And there you call the Master.
And he comes.
(And such a Master!)
Oh, see now where He comes: ore beautiful and terrible than ever.
You haven't left Him behind.
He's always been here, waiting.
Children of the Old One, wherever you go, He will already be there.
Waiting.
Louis Wood, Goat Dancer (ink and gouache)
With thanks to Paul B. Rucker for identifying the artist
"Whoever correctly ascribes a quotation hastens the Return of the Goddess."