One of my favorite stories is a Traditional tale published in Stories of the Spirit, Stories of the Heart. It tells of a child made all of salt who didn't know his true nature and didn't know from whence he'd come. It was a powerful desire for him to learn of his origins and so he set out on his journey, traveling through many forests, across deserts and over mountains. He didn't know what it was that would tell him the truth of himself; he believed it would be self evident, though, when it happened.
Finally, he came to the shore of a great ocean. The harmonics of the waves, the particles of ocean floating in the air, the colors of the water - all spoke to him in a language both new and familiar. The ocean beckoned him, saying "if you wish to know who you are....do not be afraid....join with me." The salt child walked further and further into the water.
He dissolved a little more with each step, and yet he continued his steps - his heart was alight, as his body was dispersed.
"Ahhhhh, now I know who I am."
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