Thus their odyssey began. Searching the great Halls of Bureaucracy asking after the Wise One they soon grew weary, their hope of ever solving the puzzle of change fading. It was just then that they came upon the Wise One sitting in the armory admiring a weapon of great design and power. "Give us, Oh Wise One, a weapon such as you hold, but of the mind and so powerful that we might make change upon the Bureaucracy, and make the learning greater from the video of training," they exclaimed.
"You are as children," smiled the Wise One, his stripes shining ever brighter from his collar. "A bureaucracy is as a gentle pond, its surface smooth and mirror-like if properly preserved by the Nomen. Suddenly, you two come upon it with your idea held in your hand as a great stone and you wish to cast it upon the water without thought as to what will happen next.
"The stone will create a great splash and a ripple will go forth in all directions, striking the Shore of the Administration, the Sand Castle of Finance, the Edge of Operations, and the Writings in the Sand of Policy. You only see your stone's splash but not its ripple. The Nomen see only ripple…"
"But what shall we do, Oh Learned One?" cried our heroes.
"First, you shall learn the language of the House of Administration, saying that you do not bring a stone, but a mere pebble that shall hardly create a ripple at all. You will explain that the 'Sacred Budget' will not be disturbed by your mere grain of sand, and that the 'Great Book of Policy' shall withstand but a minor revision."