The voice was faint. The face was hidden. It was a distant land. Far away...very far away from home.
I looked into the sun; from whence I had heard the voice.

Traveler, you have grown old and weary, said the familiar voice.

Old man, I said..we have both grown old. Tired. We are about to embark on the greatest journey we shall take, I said.

Not Me, said the Voice. But,I shall be there with you, added the Voice with certainty.