The people have forgotten. They have forgotten that the fields don't plow themselves, that the children won't teach themselves, that the blade can't forge itself. The people have faith but not works. The men from town have forgotten. They have forgotten that we cannot live on bread alone, that gold glitters only in the light, and that stories need an audience as well as a teller. The men from town have works but not faith. But the prophets, the prophets remember. They remember that we can't outrun the future, that a mask worn too long becomes a part of us, and that nothing is impossible if only we believe. Who will listen to the prophets?
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