I stayed with the family that I'd witnessed suffer the highest of sufferings and joys for a week or so. But once again I wasn't precisely sure how long, except through counting the times I'd followed the 'daily' cycles of eating and sleeping. It was a magnificent time I spent with them. They frequently would tell tales of long ago, about their ancestors. One evening around the fire, the farmer spoke of his family who'd walked from the meadows of seed to that land which was previously wilderness. He explained how they'd fought off the beasts that viciously prowled through the woods, conquering them and establishing a settlement where the land could be controlled and useful to them. But, in the story everything was hazy and unclear, and yet to the family they seemed to completely comprehend everything that was spoken. For instance, the farmer talked of how, in the meadow, the sky had grown too heavy, since there were no trees around to support it. It grew more and more dense, settling closer to the land than ever before. As a result, his ancestors began to experience the sensation of being smothered. And this was the motivation for their moving. After he finished the story I questioned the farmer about this event, but I was not satisfied with his answer. For, all he said was "the sky must be maintained every now and then by the woods."
