He stares out in front of him, he sees what inspires and looks beyond, for no path is set. There is no guide to lead, for Saraswait would agree, only paper, a pen, and a though will lead him, only that will set his path. Maybe dancing with Kamoulatis or fighting along side Ares will show him the way. He sees, he feels, he does, he knows. He lives in all, but calls to few.