I am a horse, grazing freely around my lea. I collimate my lines of feast neither because a fence nor rancher guides me, but because I choose my own path. There is a rusty jovilabe some yards yonder that was left behind by a stargazer. I named it Luke, after that Jedi who seemed to always have his head in the celestial sky. Since I remain grounded and, now, so does this Luke, perhaps we are both, indeed, Padawans of this Mother Earth, not yet so magical and not yet so mystical, but still quite capable of fancy feats, even if they are of the past or even if they are just regarding eats. ; )