Aside the internetarium they gathered. On the shore by the swirling dark foreboding waters.
Friends, followers, emulators, ones that had heard but not witnessed.
"Hark where is knowone." is cried. "He is with us, another, He is always here."
The wind blows from all directions yet all is quiet. The air is heavy with anticipation.
Out to sea, in the distance begins an emergence. An imposing figure traversing towards, withdrawing from what appears a glimmering shield, a cloak of living entity that dissipates only when land is achieved.
They are but for a time no longer as one.
Calmly with authority, "We shall not dive here this day. We must retreat elsewhere, for our quest is ultimate, so we must aim high. There is much to learn. There is much to prepare. Here is beyond. We shall dive elsewhere."
"The dragon is to be appeased. She will become our ally.
Poseidon will keep watch upon us all, with only the most respectful receiving in return."
The groups steps were slow and yet large, having themselves quashed their disgruntlement and disagreements, with endless activity. The groups dissent with each other and the unknowing of the one that to some was unknown, quickly dissipated upon the complete realisation that goals previously beyond realms, were through co-operation and understanding, despite the endless tasks vigorously admonished by the one they call knowone, became the vessel by which to attain, and became within the group throughout the group joyous an eventuation.
There was much merry-ment that evening for achievement had been attained, with golden goblets of blood red wine, copious morsels of buxom maidens with horns a plenty of fruits and of venison. Such music and frivolity that the lone figure amongst the men, whilst there, was not noticeable in his thoughts, for there was but little time for self proclamation, for it was his soul, that being replenished through the fullfilment of each and of all, that provided his energy.
They retired as one, in preparation for further conquest, but with one noticeably absent.
For it was his responsibility to return from whence he came, to continue his singular quest to re-immerse, to achieve more, and to re-achieve.
To be as one again.
On the morrow on the shore by the swirling dark foreboding waters were gathered the friends the followers the emulators and the ones that had heard but not witnessed.
There was no hark and yet they could hear, and despite that no one appeared, the men knew they could continue in their quest to know, but more importantly to pass to those men that next shall come.