At his feet are opposite prints in the dirt-heels touching, toes pointing away-signs of struggle, of choices made against the grain. He plants himself firmly between them, refusing to waver.
Beside him rises a mighty Tree, roots gripping the earth, branches stretching skyward. He climbs halfway, then pauses-balanced between past and future, the one who goes higher than the rest.
And in that moment, everyone sees it: the human, the opposite steps, and the Tree fuse into one blazing picture of Greatness.