Epigraph: The Voices of the Plains - 'I never look upon a placid plain But I must think of those that lived before And gave their quantities of sweat and gore, And went and will not travel back again. God pities him who pities. Ah pursue No longer now the children of the wood; Or have you not, poor huntsman, understood That somebody is overtaking you.' From Diwan. By Abu L' Ala A Syrian Poet of the Tenth Century.
