Man possess gifts bestowed to him by Nature

Most miss them

Several attempt to realize them

Only to stop or fail or give up

Knowing that they have done well

A few see it and are compelled by it

Like metal to the magnet

Without a choice

Like moth to a flame

They live for it

And are willing to die for it

Theirs is the solo path

Theirs is the sincere quest

Theirs is the pursuit for Truth

Theirs is the good fight

To such a Man there is no failure

And such a Man can be with the Gods

And Nature has no choice

But to bow to them