The wind raked the faces of the white and blue sails as the ship sought its way towards a shore on the horizon. It was almost time, and every man and woman on board knew this. Every night they had tended to their dreams, anxiously awaiting news from the mainland. But the shepherd of their dreams, seated upon his gilded throne below deck, was never impatient, never cynical of success. For he had created within all of them a soul so complete, so serene and so structured that it was a primal force