Palios is the name by which I am known, and nothing is all
that I am.  I reach for the sky but fail to go beyond even the
tops of the smallest blades of grass that lie on the ground of
our Earth.  My head rests squarely on my shoulders; I do not
allow it to roam free.  I stand on firm ground; I walk well-
trodden paths; I am nothing if not earthly.  I am small, I am
absurd, and I am controlled.  I am Palios, and I am nothing.

My name is Palios, and I am only myself.  As I strive to reach
high, I know that I can only reach as high as I will let myself.
Though I perhaps do not know as much as the next man, I
know enough to get by, and I am considered intelligent by
some.  Although I am firmly grounded in reality, I allow myself
to imagine that I am more.  I like to create my own paths, but
I feel more comfortable on already beaten ones.  I am Palios,
and that is all.