I don’t understand.”
“Nobody does. Everybody does. It is real because it is a tall tale. This lake is the heart of our people. This lake is love. If you find it, and find the pillar, you can climb it into the very heart of God,” he said.
“Where is this lake, Grandfather?”
He tapped me on the breastbone.
“Here. It is at the center of you, because you are the world.”