"It’s not so much a route as a condition; a state of mind that takes you to Jade. That’s why its inhabitants are so curiously disparate in their appearance. There’s no sense that they could have evolved from a common ancestor. Jade is the invention of numerous creators, without whom it would be a barren place."

The way to Jade is through a gateway
In the minds’ eyes of its creators.
Or maybe it’s their fingertips
That fashioned its life-forms.
Perhaps a random brush-stroke
Brought to life a race of beings
That grew and flourished
When embellished by another’s hand.
And if by chance a mind made contact
With another’s creative thoughts,
Perhaps that’s how the landscape came about:
Environment to fit a multitude of life.
Set the bearings of your mind;
Fix your imagination to the lodestar;
Think your way to the shores of Jade.
There’s no turning back,
For Jade will always be your haven
Once you reach its rainbow shores.