There were others too, who lived among the Evergreens and they were called the Hesitants: never seeding, never scenting the world with the sweet and cool perfume whose spell was more than delight and magnificent! "The Hesitants" stayed to themselves though they wished for the wings of birds, the chirp and whir of insects, and the beautiful songs of the winds.

     On one special day, Same-Face startled from his nap in a bale of soft hay, felt himself led by a gentle breeze that was ambling by. Breeze brushed him on his cheeks and arms, and tickled his legs until he smiled, so he agreed to ramble awhile.

     He rambled until time was long gone and at last he leapt the gorge of forgetting over the storied river. Why? Having done this, Same Face entered the land where the sky is brilliant and endless. In this land his heart filled with the wonder and the beauty of "why?," as he caressed with his eyes that billowing clouds and with his smile, the day and night stars.

     Same Face was a quiet son, so who better than he to become what no one had ever yet become--a visitor in the land of "Why?" And so he journeyed on and on, for once begun he could not go back, though the "perfect" slowly became clouded. He met voices but no companions like himself, nor you, nor I--and he longed for them. Surrounded by the pale and empty light he sat down and cried.

     "Oh Woe is me, I have come far to a land of perfect nothingness." But as he cried, he touched the heart of something very much alive. It spoke, "Same Face, you are wise." "Why?"--"Same Face" looked up while starting to speak. "Yes, and 'Who'!" The unvoiced spoke (because you see it was the wisdom-voice of "Same Face" himself, that had stirred his questioning heart and mind).

     Happy to know a companion was near, Same Face reached, but there was nothing for his grasp, and so he held a vapor like the clouds. But this was not enough, he longed to "touch"; and so excited, it escaped from his lips--that astonishing question, "What?"

     While Same Face studied in wonderment, "The Hesitants" on the other side of the River "Why?" woke up to dance. For someone in a neighboring land of "Where?" appeared as if touched by a charmer. It was a Piper playing on his flute an Evergreen song. Now quite by chance he whistled in the evergreens, and thinking it was ordinary singing-wind blowing in the Evergreens, "The Hesitants" were not too hesitant to show themselves. "I court you" said the whisper in the wind, as the Piper's fingers played the pipes; and when their hearts began to sing in tune with him, the seeds so long buried began to bloom, and perfume filled the vacant hollows they had lived in.

     By now the vapor of enchantment had enveloped, that is, had completely covered, the village of "Same Face," the gorge beyond the River "Why?" and the lovely acres of the Evergreens. The cool crispness and ripeness set everyone to prancing as the lilt and lift of music, perfume, companions and high spirits mingled in the brilliant sunlit sky.

     By chance and wonder the heart of Same Face appeared in every heart. (He could see by his Wisdom Voice the sign of it, a red rose petal, in the shimmering wind, blown from the East to all the villagers. So thrilled was he that his searching journey took him into all the surrounding villages and glories of the Hesitants that his smile became as pleasing as Falling Water.

     If you ask me "How?" Same Face discovered his own name, I will tell you he lived his childhood in the village near the Evergreens of "The Hesitants," and he found all good things beginning and ripening in the melodies of chance.