My life begs the questions “Who?” and “What?” so often that you’d think I’d have answers by now. But even Seekers must sit with their questions, and ask again, “What are you? Who are you?” and when the answer comes, we must be ready to begin to walk a path we do not know.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when moving through Kashmir
— Led Zeppelin