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I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4// This man walks over land loudly, and everywhere he walks he leaves footprints. His clothes are older than yours and his beard long, like those japanese wise men. wispy. His clothes might have been white in a previous lifetime. His hat is tall, without brim and pointed. He has a stick that might have been a staff but the base has been worn down to little more than a cane. He has a scared look on his face, like someone is following him. He ran into me once. I must have been a wall because he turned this way and that way, but could find no way around me. I asked him to calm down. He didn`t. "I´ve never stopped before. I walk and walk. Not stopping to eat, smile or sleep. I just walk and now I´ve stopped. This is it. It`s going to catch me." "What is going to catch you ?" "The rain" My mind filled in the blanks of the man`s story. Having walked his entire life, never even sitting down for fear of the rain catching him. He had never even seen the rain. He just knew that if he sat back and let himself look away from his path, the clouds would form and a storm would break. So he kept on walking. Then, he stopped and sat down for the first time in his entire life. The tears from his deep set eyes fell before the ones in the clouds did. I watched his face go white as the sky turned black. He seemed to be trying to hide behind his stick but it offered no shelter when the rain came. And he shivered as the first few drops hit him. But then he looked up and in the blunt of the storm he jumped to his bare feet and started dancing. I laughed out loud as his tears of fear turned to tears of joy. Then the storm passed. He looked around and sank to his knees. "What now?" His routine, his destination, his identity, all destroyed in a moment of joy. He was sad, even suffering. But in his waking heart he saw the beauty that was everything. He then gathered himself up and walked off on his way. And i looked behind him and saw that his old footsteps had been washed by the storm. It looked as if this wet spot upon the ground marked a birth, for that is where the footsteps began..then stretched off into the distance...