Legends are made of big things to widen the eyes of small children. Immovable, intractable things -- timeless, immortal things. Strength, honesty and courage. Wisdom, love and honor. These things alone have life, have spirit; like a river, they trickle, build and wane, harsh paths cut in soft stone. And in gentle eddies, in the fringes and the fading, sometimes -- just barely -- you can make out the shape of what once was.