I held onto my treasure map, its value incalculable. Without warning I felt a tug upon this directional paper, as though unseen hands were trying to pry it from my own. Looking around me, I could not visually see with my eyes where this pull was coming from. Focusing upon the map, I tightened my grip and sang a song of worship about its beauty. Another tug came to tear away pieces, making my treasure map incomplete. Nothing could I do but sing and wait. Soon I heard other voices join mine. Looking once more upon my treasure map I noticed the pieces which had been torn away were now restored as I stood side by side with those who would also sing.