'Where is that River?
Fountain of Wisdom, where fell the arrow ?' 'Alas, my brother, I do not know,' said the Curator.
'Nay, if it please thee to forget--the one thing only that thou hast not told me.

Surely thou must know?
See, I am an old man! I ask with my head between thy feet, O Fountain of Wisdom.

We know He drew the bow! We know the arrow fell! We know the stream gushed! Where, then, is the River?
My dream told me to find it.

So I came.

I am here.