THE SEER IS BUT THE BLIND
MAN WEARING NEW GLASSES
We need not fight over this : it's a simple fact.
Since the dawn of time there have been men
'round the campfires spouting their things :
shamans and singers and those who read
entrails and embers. They could speak for
the rest, about where things were headed.
The harvest will fail, we'd better move on.
This floodwater shall rise more, we cannot
stay here. The fire will consume this forest.