BY FRODE BURDAL KLEVSTUL
There once was a forest that covered a valley that stretched all the way from the mountains to the sea.
The Forest was a special place, being described by those who knew it as tranquil and safe; those who knew the Forest well described it as majestic and wise. But words were inadequate to describe the Forest, since the only way to know the Forest was to experience the Forest.
There was an old saying, that a day in the Forest would clear the mind of stress, a week would relieve the body of pain, a month would free the heart of its sorrow, and a year would heal the soul of its burdens. This is what the Forest did.
All was perfect. All was in Balance.
Then came Bill Goats with his mountain goat minions. Bill Goats did not respect the Balance. He wanted to control life. He wanted to be God.
