Far a crossed the western sea,
there lies the land of no
knowledge.
When the seeds of Truth take
root therein,
a mighty tree will grow.
Storms, storms.
Beware least the roots begin
to rot.
Beware least the tree should
rot from within.
Mighty tree are now your
roots shaken?
Mighty tree is now your trunk
hollow?
For if the seeds of Truth do
die,
so shall the tree fall.
(In old Irish tradition, the America's were referd to as the "land with no knowledge" or "land without knowledge of", this is were I get the term...)
~ Morria
