For as long as I can remember, our clan of lemmings had followed a tradition based on a truth now echoing among the distant cries of those who came before us. The traditions we held were explained to me not in school day lesson plans and homework exercises as they were in some of the other clans, but just as I would explain to you the taste of banana cream pie: by giving you a slice so you can discover the experience and learn firsthand the knowledge. If there was any wisdom to distill, you with your experience would be its source; you would know your truths to be true. And although the slice of total experience differed for each of us, it was still the taste of the truth of banana cream pie common to all of us that united us in tradition.