I'd like to begin tonight's talk with a story.

It begins this way, far, far away, in a country now lost in the mists of time.

An old king and a queen lived, and their son, a young prince, was proficient in the matters

of war, clever and affairs of state, and self-centered, disinterested in people's troubles in patient

and headstrong.

So the king, queen, were worried.

The king was old, he was ailing, the queens concerned about the care of the kingdom, so

they went to a sorcerer and told him their concerns.

And his response was, what is he really like?

What's he passionate about?

And they said, not much, maybe horses, that's about it, that's all they could think of.

He said, that'll do.

So he told the queen to bring the prince to the palace gardens the following day.

He did so, and at the end of the gardens, beautiful white horse was awaiting the young

prince.

So, of course, the prince wanted it and immediately was saying how much, that kind of thing.

The sorcerer said, first, can you ride it?

And of course, with all the hoobers in the world, he jumped on and galloped way, and began

to gallop faster and faster and faster, he's thrilled out to the surrounding farmlands

and into the hills and high into the mountains and overpasses, and the horse didn't

tire, and the prince didn't tire, and finally they slowed down for a walk.

They're in this deep forest, and he realizes, whoops, I'm lost.

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