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The Mason
On the highest stone of the cathedral, on the side no one faces, a mark is carved.
No eye will ever reach it. The mason carved it for time.
The Legend
There is an old legend.
In every age, there are people with no names and no faces. They have never met, yet they seem to have heard the same call. They build where no one is watching, leave a mark when they are done, and disappear.
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The Scribe
In the margin of an old manuscript runs a line of tiny script no one has read in a thousand years.
The scribe finished the last page, blew out the candle, and was never spoken of again.
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The Mapmaker
In the corner of an ocean chart sits a symbol that belongs to no kingdom.
The mapmaker left no name. Only the way home.
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The Genesis
On January 3rd, 2009, a faceless one carved a line into a new stone. That was his mark. He built a new world, then turned and walked into the mountains, leaving even his name behind.
The legend says he was not the first. He will not be the last.
The Times 03/Jan/2009 Chancellor on brink of second bailout for banks
Some said they were mad, spending ten years on something no one understood.
Some said they failed, because the world never heard of them.
But they knew: the world always sees the fireworks first. It sees the foundation only much later.
The legend says one more thing: the unseen never truly disappear.
Whenever the world grows loudest, someone hears the call, leaves everything behind, and walks into the mountains.
Perhaps, right now, someone is listening.
To the hermits. To everyone who goes unseen, yet never stops building.
Here’s to the unseen ones.