There is this peak with a view over meadows, healthy green forest, and a small town full of kind hearted people unaware of cruelty in the world. I have been here at the peak more times than I bother to count. I remember the first time. It is when the first note in my heart began to play. Each time I visited my peak, my heart added a note. My heart wrote me a song of melancholy that I could only hear while on the peak. The song played so much, and often, that it left me with a blessing. I could hear hearts of people, and I mature keen to hear their heart song.
Such a revelation sent me on the quest. Every time people would stop for a quick chat, I would subtly slip their notes of their heart song during our brisk palaver. They would continue on their path cheerful, completely oblivious to why. You see, it is not that I do a good deed.It is that I believe that every man should know his heart song. It is my belief, their right.