“The woman looks deep into the waters of the lake and listens to the melody of her body being formed. Her life will be filled with tension, for that is how the oak grows. Her life will be filled with lessons, for that is how the soul grows. Her life will be filled with love, for that is how we all grow. And her life, like all of our lives, will be filled with magic, for truly, what could be more magical than life? In time, we will lose these memories, as the water will wash them away. If only there were something to remind us of the music we’ve come here to play . .”