I am the poet whose songs have become famous far and wide. I have been travelling to distant places for a long time but now I have returned to my native valley. I really want to meet Ernest, a humble man whose name has spread across the valley. I have often thought about his character. Now I will be able to meet this wise man in person. I went to his house and found him reading my book. In between, he would look up at the Great Stone Face and smile. I approached him and asked for one night’s shelter and he readily agreed. We sat together and started talking. I was awed by his wisdom and kindness. I had met a rare gem. He then asked me who I was. I told him that he knew me already because he was reading the poems I had written. Strangely, he started looking at me and the Great Stone Face again and again. He had become sad suddenly. I enquired why. He told me how he had expected for a long time that the prophecy would be fulfilled and having read my poems, he had wished it was me. Shocked at this, I told him that I was not worthy of the likeness. I confessed to him that my life did not correspond with my life and my grand dreams remained just dreams. I myself sometimes lacked faith in my thoughts. He couldn’t have then found my face on the mountain. Having said that, my eyes welled up with tears and I saw that so was his.