Placing my wreath in my bundle, I set forth from my glade to seek this timeless place. And it was to me as if months passed, and yet as if nothing but a moment passed, when I came at last to those moon blessed mountains within whose shelter lay the valley of the immortal years. Crossing the mountains with the ease of thought, I stood upon the verdant field of the valley and sought about me for the resting place of those years, and seeing them not, thought that perhaps in the absence of the world, they had dissipated and decomposed into the damp earth of memory.