The woman wanderer goes forth to seek the land of freedom, how am I to get there? Reason answers, there is one way, and one way only. Down the banks of labor, through the waters of suffering, there is no other. The woman, having discarded all to which she’d formerly clung, cries out. For what do I go to this far land which no one has ever reached? I am alone. I’m utterly alone. And reason said to her, silence. What do you hear? And she said, I hear the sound of feet. A thousand times, ten thousands and thousands of thousands, and they beat this way. They are the feet of those that shall follow you, lead on.