" We will know each other in city or forest,
despite continents and oceans,
we will know each other as much,
or as little as we know ourselves,
as much as we know what the mind is,
what the body can be.
Amidst all the changing,
our souls will remain true to each other.
The rest can be mist..."

excerpt, "The Old Song of the Tribes" by Patricia Monaghan