By Michael Avery
A mountain goat stumbled upon a secret pathway that led to Eagle Rock. He was intoxicated by the breathtaking scenery and marveled at his good fortune.
From out of the ethers came a voice. “This is the path of love. To walk this path is to sacrifice all, even unto death.”
The mountain goat looked over the edge of the trail for the first time and spied the bones on the valley floor. As he hurried down the path, the mountain goat muttered to himself, “There must be other paths to Eagle Rock.”
from Porcupines at the Dance, p. 71, by Michael Harrington [Avery]