The path is anew but the clever old man has been on it many times.
Along the way, he meets some strangers, mothers and fathers, thieves and gods. Constantly writing and documenting, the limitations of words upset him, pronouns and adjectives are inadequate. Taking matters into his own hands, the old man sets out to create a new language, one that roams freer in spacetime. So the path is anew and for awhile, the old man forgets about time, and stays blissfully ignorant just for a little while.
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