It’s a journey…that I propose…I am not the guide…nor
technical assistant…I will be your fellow passenger…

Though the rail has been ridden…winter clouds cover…
autumn’s exuberant quilt…we must provide our own guide-
posts…

I have heard…from previous visitors…the road washes out
sometimes…and passengers are compelled…to continue
groping…or turn back…I am not afraid…

I am not afraid…of rough spots…or lonely times…I don’t
fear…the success of this endeavor…I am Ra…in a space…
not to be discovered…but invented…

I promise you nothing…I accept your promise…of the same
we are simply riding …a wave…that may carry…or crash…

It’s a journey…and I want…to go…