My master, the one to whom all my thoughts turn now, at the hour when I look forward to joining him in the other world, there, beyond the mist... We, Druids, thought for a reason that the writing should not freeze our sciences, that we should teach them by. the word and not by ink. But came the twilight of the Druids, and now that many of us have converted to the religion of the one god and that the others have disappeared, we must. record in writing what will be lost fault. of mouth to initiate... It appears- highly commendable that those who remain, and of which I am part. transcribe our memory on this paper, so fleeting, but which remains on this day our only possibility to endure through the times to come... My memories embrace my heart, change into tears and my tears mingle with ink...