Many years ago a traveller laden with all his worldly goods was crossing what
seemed like an empty and barren wasteland. The old traveller was tired and
hungry and filled with doubt about the wisdom of his trip, when he came
upon a figure lying prone in the middle of what served as a path.
He saw no visible means of support, no food, no shelter, no belongings, nothing
to suggest that the young man on the ground had not simply appeared from
nowhere. And what was more, the man was translucent, a sliver from invisible.
“I am a god,” said the prone man. “Please help me stand.”