You see an Arcturian gazing at the flowers. He looks up at you and says:        "Hello."                                                                                                                                                                       "Krindell. A pleasure to meet you."                                                                                                                                                                                                                            "I used to teach."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             "Yes, a long time ago. But now I am happy with the flowers."                                                                                                                                                                                                   "Oh, it is they who teach me. They teach me not the lore of the mind, but       the lore of the heart."                                                                                                                                                        "Ah, but the heart is better!" He smiles in the sunshine.                                                                                                                                                                                                      "Oh yes! The flowers teach me of the heart: many hearts. Heart one, two, three  four.....and maybe just a whee bit more!" He giggles and does a little dance.                                                                                                  "We must do our best to purify our heart. Hard work, steady practice, and a     clear spirit are necessary."                                                                                                                                                   "No use fretting over gold, beauty, or fame. Nuturing these, how can we calm    our fluttering heart?"                                                                                                                                                         "Travelers know steep cliffs mean a long, hard climb. So it is with the way of  virtue: No smooth roads without first a few ups and downs."                                                                                                                    "Cultivating goodness in the heart, we are rewarded in kind with goodness vast  as green meadows."                                                                                                                                                             "Four is enough! I would rather learn than teach!"                                                                                                                                                                                                             He pauses for a long moment..."Ah, the lens..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                "Oh, that I could turn back the pages of time! In the olden days there was a    great lens mounted far north, in Elysium. But I fear it is long broken."                                                                                                       "Our land...it declines." He bows. "Behold, I am Lord Krindell Zokta, the       Leader of this planet. I see you are trying to help us, but alas!"                                                                                                             "The lens, you see, is made of the heart: The hot eye of the heart. When found, it is a simple matter of placing it upon the squared-out area seen to the west  of the glacier. It will slowly melt, restoring the water balance. It needs a    master."       "Only an enlightened one can create this lens. If you have been virtuous, then  legend says the lens will stare you in the eye. But if you have been less than  virtuous...." He speaks no more.                                                               He nods humbly.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                