Artifact: Compass

I have watched empires leave their shores believing they had conquered direction.

Some held me while chasing gold.

Others held me while searching for God.

Each asked me the same question.

"Which way?"

None asked the question that mattered.

"Why?"

Some returned as heroes.

Some never returned at all.

Do not mistake me for a guide.

For I have never led anyone.

I have only exposed them.

The greedy called it discovery.

The wise called it purpose.

The fearful called it home.

The direction was the same.

The heart was not.

That is the misunderstanding humanity has carried for centuries.

People think a compass changes where you are going.

It doesn't.

It reveals who you are while you're going.

I am only a needle.

The real compass has always been the hand that chose to hold me.