The owl is wise, having lived through so much until now. His knowledge gained from life experience grants him such a strong foundation. His eyes gaze forward, fearlessly looking beyond the present. He sits, perched on a mountain, shaping it with simply his weight. His future appears beautiful, but its destination is out of his control. His manner of travelling is found, as his wisdom is permanent. He is his own guide, as he sits and stares, never regressing and always preparing in his present state.