"For thousands of years, this urge to go away
into the quiet, to sit down and listen for that
still small voice whispering from within."
"I can tell you how to get to where
the road ends, but when
you get to there, you've only just begun.
After that I can't be
any help at all. It takes years to find
the way. And anyhow you
don't need me. I'm lost most of the time
how would I know what direction
you are headed in?"