High in the Andes Excerpt #2: "While I noticed the walls had indeed become illuminated, it appeared to be coming from another source. There, on the wall, completely covering the whole curved section, were large radiant symbols that seemed to be grouped into words, lines, and stanzas. It seemed to be a poem written in some language I didn't know, yet as I continued to stare, I began to recognize it, and the message formed clearly in my mind: I Am the breeze that blows through the memories of your lives; the light bursting from your core. The stars whose twinkle reflects your delight, I Am all these, yet so much more. I Am the moon that remembers your mood; the one, Yes!, it's you I adore. And the dread that yearns for expression in you, I Am these too, yet so much more. I Am the air whose breath gives you life; the soul that cries out to soar. The timid, the bold, without end can be told, I Am all these, yet so much more. I Am the stream that collects all your lives; the One also known as the Door, Beyond which you'll find the goal of your search. I Am this, yet so much more. Beyond the clouds and outer galaxies, in the infinite space between each atom, I Am the same throughout the ages. No amount, equals my sum. I am the thread, life's web my fabric; the needle guiding it through. My patterns are infinite, my colors Divine. I Am the One throughout your lives, the One you always knew. As oft' times before, you'll know me again; shadows disperse when you open your eyes. I Am the One who'll be waiting for you unlike before with no other disguise."