"For in a
similar way, we mortals read written words upon a clean sheet,
through the patterns of characters, each character of its kind
used from an alphabet appearing exactly the same. But, do we not
size or weight each and every word differently, based upon our
given age, gender, social status, cultural background, & etc?"
"Please, take but a moment to read the words my ripples have
made." Intrigued with her words, you politely sit down on
the light-gray stone bench beside her, as with a sudden wave of
her hand the gathered pebbles were released into the pond.