In the Reflecting Pool the Traveler stops by to take his or her leave.  There is its tranquil pools the Traveler reflects upon life and leaves refreshed.

At times I feel like a careless compound of relatively unimportant elements and petty accidents all in a row.  My story, such as it is, began with a wee little fellow named Frank. Actually his real name was “F56 fourth from the top third level down”  but I rather like the name Frank so Frank he shall be.

Frank was in training for the big swim as were quite a few of his fellows.  So when he knew that it was time he bounded ahead of the pack until he was able to find and collide with his destiny which was a lovely egg.  From such a collision came my life.  Who I am was laid out carefully on what science calls a DNA ladder but I call it “Home”.

In a time long long ago . . . The ladder began to be engineered. Books of arcane as well as practical knowledge began to be placed in the vast library of my gene pool.

On a good Cro-Magnon base my life was begun long ago.