"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the powert to choose where we came from, we can still choose whenever we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them." - The Perks Of Beinf A Wallflower
The singers of the forest had no books. No ink. No parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the weirwood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered.