People remember what they want. They'll lap up the tales of the Argo and be all too happy to forget you were ever there. If you're living in obscurity, hunting in this forest, all that will be left will be rumors. No one will know who you were or what you did.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.