born
in the shadows of the Amazon, in the land of Eldorado ... that fabled city of gold ... a baby behind its bushes, betwixt and between, swithering across its leaves, like a Puma, like a jaguar pup without a name ... a Neville ... Neville de Angelou ... but that's not how he was called, not then. He was called Rock, that rugged stone, cornered. He was called Rebirth, from an angel ... de Angelou-George.

Then his mother called again, "Peter," calling him in that way only she could, away from claiming eyes. And he came. And she led him to the top of the mountain. He felt the hug of its wind. And he saw ...