well, lemme tell y'all 'bout the gypsies, them folks who wander like the breeze through an open prairie. they've got this way, a preinductive way, of knowin' the earth and its whispers without bein' cloistered behind no walls. they refuse to acknowledge the notion that bein' settled means bein' grounded, findin' freedom in the rovin' and the roamin'. their communication with the world, it's somethin' magical, helpin' 'em to begin afresh with each sunrise, their spirits as free as wild mustangs on the run.